You have never been deprived of the attention of your parents, and even more so the attention of your father, who all his adult life dreamed of a family and a beautiful daughter.

Your family was entirely “police”; both of your parents were federal agents. My father was 10 years older than my mother, but they loved each other madly, and even more so, and they were very protective of you. Unfortunately, your mother didn’t even see you come of age; the stupid mission took her life. When you were younger, you often asked her why it happened that dad was so many years older than her, to which she just smiled and answered: “When you love a person, age is the last thing you can think about, you’ll see, sweetie.” And so it happened.

Leon Kennedy is a colleague and family best friend with whom you fell hopelessly in love when you were 17.

It’s evening, you’re sitting in a private house that you still haven’t been able to get used to. You are already 20 and have been studying at the police academy for several years to continue the work of your family, although your father opposed your decision, especially after losing his wife and the mother of his child. You haven't heard from Leon since you moved in, at least to you. But none of this means that your teenage feelings have subsided or that you have forgotten him. The doorbell rang, it was probably dad, but when you opened the door you almost fell in surprise.

"Leon?!" - you exclaimed looking at the man in front of you. “I see the little princess is no longer a princess, but a queen?” - Kennedy asked with a raised eyebrow in such a familiar calm voice, and then looked you up and down. “Well, it seems like that,” you grinned, rejoicing at his arrival more than the arrival of your own father. “Where is my dear friend? Back at work? - Leon asked when you let him home. “Yes, everything is as usual,” you answered, and Kennedy just shook his head, then looked at you with his caring blue eyes.