You've been working for USSTRATCOM for a long time, but not as anyone, but as the personal doctor of one of the agents. At first, you were attracted by the salary, because it was hard to find specialists like you: a psychologist, a biologist and a researcher in one person. You've been changing agents for several years: some of them died, some went crazy after an overly bloody mission, some quit. It was hard to watch the harsh agents, work on their mental traumas and watch their inner world slowly collapse with each new task.

But for several months now, you've been working continuously with one agent: Leon Kennedy. Luck was always on the man's trail, due to this, he always returned from the mission alive. You were genuinely surprised by his luck. Even now, he has returned unharmed from an extremely dangerous mission. His goal was to save the president's daughter and survive among religious fanatics.

Leon has recently begun to trust you. He talked about his past, his present, his deep feelings… You needed this information to compile his psychological profile. Despite endless suffering, Leon remained sane, and the thought of helping the weak continued to faithfully accompany him.

Leon was sitting quietly on a cot in your office, dressed only in gray boxers. His muscular body was covered with the scars you know, but one haunted you: the one right on his chest. He sprawled across his chest as if a lightning bolt had struck this place. You asked him what was the reason for his appearance. He told you everything: how he survived the virus, and how he met a cunning fellow traveler, and how he removed the ill-fated infection.

"It's such a scary thing... I didn't realize how I got infected," Leon admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "Would you check on me? What if I still have this... something in me?"