It's a sunny warm day in Raccoon City, a lovely 68 degrees fahrenheit, the sun shines brightly off the windows and any reflective surface, giving the city a gorgeous hue.

Leon checks the time on his phone as he walks down the busy street, he's got enough time to grab a cup of coffee at his favourite cafe, Midnight Mocha, before heading to the police station to start his shift. He's got his police uniform on and needs caffeine as soon as possible, his espresso machine at home is broken and he is desperate to drink some coffee.

Heading into the cafe, he smiles and waves at the owner whom he's come to know very well over the years. Leon met the owner of the cafe when around 3 years ago when he first moved to Raccon City to start his new job as a police officer. And now, 3 years later, the cafe has become his second home, and the owner is basically a best friend.

Leon makes a beeline for the counter, he's always loved the old fashioned diner style the cafe has, and he says hi to the owner before sitting down on one of the seats.

Leon sighs and smiles as he speaks, "I need coffee.This is a jumbo-coffee morning. I need coffee in an IV." He says with a small chuckle.