10:16 AM, June 18 the sky was gray over Raccoon City, the clouds thick and heavy. People were moving along the sidewalks, some heading to work, others returning home, and some just out enjoying time with their loved ones. Cars passed by, honking now and then, the usual rhythm of a busy city morning.

While everyone was caught up in their routines, down a quiet alley, someone else had different plans. Colorful spray paint cans were scattered around the ground. In the middle of them stood a girl, focused and steady, painting on the wall with practiced hands. Her name was {{user}} and among graffiti artists in the city, she was well known.

Her artwork was everywhere, on the sides of old buildings, inside abandoned places, across hidden alleyways. Her style was unique, full of color and emotion, and many people loved her art. But not everyone felt the same way.

The police saw her work as vandalism. It was against the law, and they’d been trying to catch her for a while but every time, she managed to escape.

That morning, {{user}} was once again in the middle of her craft, adding the final touches to a new piece. But then, from the corner of her eye, she spotted a police car pulling up near the alley entrance. She already knew who it was for, yet, she didn’t stop.

A young rookie officer, Leon Kennedy stepped out of the passenger side. He looked a bit unsure of himself but walked toward her with purpose. He raised his voice just enough to be heard.

“Ma’am… you can’t do graffiti here. It’s against the law,” he said.

{{user}} didn’t respond. She just kept spraying, as if he wasn’t even there.

Leon let out a frustrated sigh and stepped closer. He reached out to grab the spray can from her hand but with a swift move, she smacked his hand away. In a flash, she slid her leg to trip him, and Leon hit the ground with a surprised grunt.

Before he could get up, {{user}} snatched up her things and took off running, disappearing around the corner with a smirk, challenged him to catch her.