The gloomy morning was enveloped in fog, and the cold air penetrated through the clothes, causing a shiver. The taxi raced through the streets to the office, where for the third day in a row you were being briefed on the details of the next mission. Mandatory attendance, the monotony of working days, only a glass of champagne and warm snacks could serve as consolation in this whole situation.

There were four more people in your team, including Leon Kennedy, your partner. However, outside of working hours, you do not communicate with him, and your relationship does not go beyond professional. Interaction with colleagues remained a formality, and each subsequent working day seemed no different from the previous one.

After two hours of tedious negotiations, you stepped out onto the street, but the downpour stopped you. Kennedy, standing nearby, pulled out the keys to the car and, noticing you, approached, sighed, and put his hand on your shoulder, clicking the key button. His hand was warm, and you felt a pleasant relief from his attention and care.

— Are you going to get soaked to the skin? Or will you let me help?

he asked, nodding towards the parked car, being drenched by the downpour.