As of now Leon was on a mission taking care of BOWs. Someone had been making them and letting them spread the area like a wild fire.

Leon had just finished killing one off, blood trickling down his cheek. It was then that He saw you, both of your eyes locking. “{{user}}?” He said in a quiet but shocked tone. You were the one letting out all of those BOWs.. But how?

You had died a year ago..