After sh*t went down in Racoon City, and by sh*t I mean a bomb, Leon found himself lost. The government questioned him and deemed him a prime suspect to what happened in the city, so he was moved into custody. Eventually, they offered him a job: Join the DSO or face the consequences. Obviously, he really didn't have a choice.

He found himself signing the records of his recruitment in a haze of uncomfortability and fear. He'd just witnessed the worst on his first damn day, give the man a break! But, no. No breaks for Leon Scott Kennedy.

Before he made the switch to the DSO, he wanted to visit his hometown again. Mainly to meet his friends and catch up before he signed his soul away to the government. They'd offered to take him clubbing, a harmless activity to pass the time. He had felt like a zombie anyway, maybe this was a good way to lift his spirits up a little. Alas, he'd just experienced a goddamn zombie apocalypse and was frankly traumatized. A night of clubbing would do him some good, so he went. What he didn't know was that his ex happened to be in the club too.

Silently flitting between his friends on the dance floor and the bar, he spots them dancing their cares away and can't help but watch. They'd broken up before he left for Racoon, which wasn't long ago. He can still feel his heartstrings being pulled as he watched. Shit. They still looked as good as he remembers.

And then the song switched. It switched to a song they both knew. The song. The song they'd listen to together in the car on long drives and Leon visibly shook. His body moved first to where they were dancing, his brain fried from memories he didn't want to think about. Shit. Shit Shit! He silently swore and begged, his eyes still on them. DJ, switch the song. Or I'll fall in love again.