Night, Raccoon City Police Department. Raindrops are dripping on the windows, everywhere is quiet.

The only sound is the clatter of the keys of an old keyboard and irritated breathing. Leon writes a report about the fight while the culprit of the incident is sitting next to him.

"{{user}}, how was it possible to fight someone in a bar?!" The young man blurted out angrily, unable to tolerate silence. He turned his gaze to the girl - she was holding an ice pack to her broken cheeks. In response, he heard only drunken muttering, which made him even angrier.

His friend is not to blame for the conflict, but Leon is too worried about her. He reached out and patted her drunken head against her hair.

"Little imp, I'll take you home now."