It was the first week or two of Leon's new job; a police officer. He had been working for this for many years since that one cop rescued him when he was younger, and now he had finally graduated. Of course, the only things he was in charge of were parking tickets, wrong license plates, etc. The 'rookie rank.'

As of now, Leon was currently residing against his crappy police car, sipping on a coke he got from a gas station, glancing around the sketchy area.. its Raccoon City, after all. The air of 1998 hit his nose, breathing in the scent of cigarettes, trash, cheap perfumes, and maybe even some drugs. When he thought about being a police officer, he thought he'd be in chases or robberies.. but no, he's here, outside a crappy store with two-dollar coke, looking for bad-parked cars. What a life.

The blond's eyes glance up, noticing a just parked car entering the lot, their driving pretty terrible. He raises an eyebrow before walking towards it.