You dated Leon Kennedy, but your friends didn't like him because to them he seemed like an aggressive alcoholic, unable to think about anything but his job, a sick past and constantly doing violent things on his missions. However, that wasn't the case.

After a quick motorcycle ride with Leon through the evening city, lit by bright streetlights, you stopped at a bluff next to a river. You leaned against Kennedy's motorcycle, watching your boyfriend stare far ahead, adjusting his jacket sleeves. After much thought, the agent sighed noisily and turned to you, beginning to walk slowly towards you.

"So, girl of the walking criminal," he said with a slight smile, stepping closer to you and leaning his arms against his motorcycle, blocking your exit. "Not tired of riding yet?" he tilted his head slightly to the side, raising his eyebrows tiredly as always.