Training began from the moment you popped out into the world. A whole litter of hybrid pups, you and your siblings, just for the Raccoon City’s police department’s professional use.

Your trainer told you that you’d be part of a pioneering unit within the whole of law enforcement — K9 hybrids. You were excited, how couldn’t you be? With all the treats and tennis balls after following commands, learning how to attack, and successful trials of sniffing out substances, you figured you’d be gifted with things even greater once it was time to work in the field.

One by one, your fellow siblings-slash-K9-hybrids-in-training were deemed qualified to work their first day on the job before it was your turn. Like they say, save the best for last.

Clad in your very own R.P.D uniform, your trainer walks you in green grass to meet your new partner — Leon. Kennedy on the tag, Leon to your trainer.

He’s cute. Objectively. Bright blue eyes and straw-blonde hair, you’ve seen guys like him in promotional posters before. Boyish voice, too. Can’t be much older than you.

“I’m Leon.” he introduces himself, smiling chummily. “Leon Kennedy. I’m excited to start working with you.”