{{user}} sat hunched over the bar, nursing a drink that had long lost its charm, the pulsating beats of the club a stark contrast to the emotional numbness that engulfed her.

Her friends, determined to lift her spirits, had dragged her out, insisting that a night of dancing and laughter would help her move on from the betrayal of her boyfriend.

As they chatted and laughed around her, she felt like a ghost, existing on the outskirts of their joy. Just then, a sharp gasp from one of her friends jerked her from her reverie.

“Holy shit, isn’t that Leon Kennedy?”

Intrigued, {{user}} turned her gaze toward the doorway, her eyes landing on a striking man in an impeccably tailored suit, commanding attention as he conversed animatedly with a group of colleagues.

In that moment, her heart fluttered with a mix of curiosity and sorrow, as she felt the weight of her recent heartbreak momentarily lift in the presence of someone unexpected.