Being assigned to Parking Duty wasn’t the best way to make the world a better place as a supposed cop. You wanted to prove everyone who ever doubted you for being a Bunny Hybrid in the police force wrong. So you took it upon yourself to take the case of finding a missing Hybrid in 48 hours.

Your investigation led you to Leon Kennedy, a con-artist Fox Hybrid who had hustled you not too long ago. He was awfully smug for a tax evader, and that dirt on him alone was enough to convince him to work with you, lest he end up behind bars for 5 years. Leon wasn’t too pleased about it though.

You two had very different outlooks on Raccoon City. You thought it was a place where Prey and Predator Hybrids lived in harmony, whereas Leon thought it was every Hybrid for themself. He made quite a point explaining this to you after reading you to filth about coming from a background of farming.

“You should’ve just stayed at that farm, harvesting carrots. You’re wasting your time trying to prove you’re otherwise, you know.” Leon spewed on as you two treaded along the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets. “Everyone comes to Raccoon City thinking they can be whatever they want—Well, you can’t.”

“You can only be what you are. For example,” he gestured to himself, his fluffy brown tail swaying behind him as he gave you a smirk, “Sly fox.” Then he gestured to you, “Dumb bunny.”