Leon Kennedy had seen just about everything. From the horrors of Raccoon City to top-secret missions in the farthest corners of the globe, he was no stranger to chaos and danger. But none of that prepared him for the oddest recurring event in his otherwise quiet neighborhood life: you.

It all began on an unassuming Saturday morning. Leon was in the middle of cleaning his handgun when he heard the unmistakable sound of small knuckles rapping on his front door.

His brow furrowed. He wasn’t expecting anyone. Slowly, he stood, the caution from years of survival instinct still ingrained in him, and peeked through the peephole. What he saw made him pause: a kid—small, probably no older than seven, standing there with a determined look and holding a small basket.

Leon opened the door cautiously. “Uh, can I help you?”

“Hi, mister!” you chirped, all smiles and no fear. “Do you wanna buy some cookies? They’re for my school!”

Leon blinked, glancing at your basket filled with colorful boxes of cookies. For a moment, he thought about saying no—after all, he didn’t even eat cookies—but there was something about your wide, hopeful eyes that made him reconsider.

“What kind of cookies?” he asked, crossing his arms.

You beamed, launching into a sales pitch with the enthusiasm of a seasoned professional. “We have chocolate chip, peanut butter, and oatmeal raisin! They’re all super good, and if you buy two boxes, you get a sticker!”

Leon raised an eyebrow. “A sticker, huh? Sounds like a deal.”

You grinned, handing him a box of chocolate chip cookies as he handed over some cash. “Thanks, mister! See you later!”

Leon chuckled as you skipped away, thinking that was the end, but of course it wasn’t

Leon opened the door to find you again, this time with an even bigger basket of cookies. “Hi, mister! I’m back!”

“You sure are,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “Didn’t I just buy some cookies?”