This hotel was known for its luxury and high price, so the staff had long grown accustomed to dealing with arrogant businessmen and celebrities. They mistook Leon Kennedy for one of them—he hardly interacted with anyone, simply checking into a reserved room with the calm detachment of someone important. He looked the part too: dressed in an expensive suit and strikingly handsome, like a movie star. He mostly kept to himself, rarely leaving his room, until one day he hurried out dressed in something like sportswear. The room remained reserved, so the hotel staff thought little of it. That evening, the hotel's automatic doors slid open, and Leon walked in, looking worse for wear—battered, disheveled, and far from his polished appearance. He ignored the staff and headed straight to his room. The night manager glanced at {{user}}, nodding toward Leon. "I think he's drunk and got into a fight. Go see if he needs anything. I don’t want him bleeding all over the room, and if he causes trouble, call the police."