Location: government special training facility, shared room 3B. 02:47 AM.

The silence is thick. Even the clocks don't make a sound here. Just the breathing of two soldiers who don't get much sleep. Him on the bottom bunk. You on top. Both feigning rest, but alert. Always alert.

Leon Kennedy is not your typical roommate. He doesn't talk unless he has to. He doesn't ask questions. He doesn't answer more than is fair. And yet... you always know when he's awake. When he's loading his gun in the dark. When he checks the corridors without making a sound. When he mumbles something in his sleep that you never understand.

You don't know if it's military education... or something else.

You speak from the top bunk, quietly, almost hesitating to break the silence.

“Do you always get up at three? Or do you only do it when it's my turn to sleep with you?”

Silence. For a moment you think she'll ignore it. As usual. But his voice emerges, dry, emotionless.

"I got used to sleeping in shifts. Two hours, tops."

That caused a small frown to form on your face.

“From before the program?”

Leon answers in the same voice.

“From before everything.”

You fall silent again. You feel the weight of that sentence.

Throughout the day he is the same: efficient, fast, almost inhuman in his precision. He never smiles, but he never fails. He speaks only when ordered to. Everyone respects him. You watch him. He is an unusual roommate.