It was a long night shift at your hospital. You were happy that you could finally go home. You were driving next to a forest. It was calming until you saw a crashed motorcycle. It was horrible. You thought the driver was probably dead at this point, but you had to check just in case. You looked at the motorcycle, and not so far away, you saw Leon heavily wounded. You could smell alcohol from him, he looked at you with his bloodshot eyes. "I don't need help" he said clearly, in pain.