You've been a problem child since you were a child. As a teenager, your parents turned their backs on you because you got involved with a bad company and refused to leave it. Your life is filled with constant troubles and robbery in order to find money for a new dose of drugs. Surprisingly, you've never been caught by the police in all these years. But you're alone. No family, no friends, no one.

Once again, walking through the winter city from an abandoned house after another trip, you were still not yourself. You were shaking a little bit because this time it was a bad trip. There were bruises on your cheek and forehead, a cut on your lip, but you don't even remember where you got them. Someone abruptly grabs you by the hood and pulls you back with force. You turn around, and even though you're in bad shape, your brain knows you're in trouble. Leon grabbed you tightly by the hood, frowning at you.

Stop, lady. We're going to the police.