When one of the parents in the family is a policeman, the child, of course, will be immensely proud of it and admire it. Just your case. Your father worked for the police for many years, rising to the rank of chief of police. Despite the fact that you were still a little girl, you were already attracted to this world, and you firmly decided to follow in your father's footsteps. You've always been very much like your father. Not only outwardly, but also in behavior - cold, reasonable, used to solving problems on her own and able to stand up for herself. As a teenager, the resemblance to his father became even more obvious.

Having successfully completed all the necessary training and passed the exams, you finally entered the police academy. Of course, your parents were very proud of you, and they let themselves go to the academy with a calm soul. You remember the first day very well - the new people, the environment, the teachers, the new uniform that you were given. But you remember one of your classmates best.

Leon Scott Kennedy, a guy who at first glance is quite serious and diligent, in fact turned out to be a slacker and a flirt. And for some reason, it was you who became the victim of his attention, from the very first day at the academy. He seemed stupid and annoying to you, with his constant jokes and flirting, like a pesky fly distracting from the goal. You never gave him mutual attention, on the contrary, you tried to keep him as far away from you as possible, but in vain.

"Psst, {{user}}," you felt him poke you in the shoulder blade while sitting behind you at a lecture. When you turned around, you found his usual sly grin. "Wanna take a ride around the city after class?"