It was late.

Leon knew this was getting too close. Getting too familiar. But he couldn't help himself. He was outside your apartment, sitting alone in his cop car. He was parked somewhat far away, trying to not look suspicious.

He gazes at the passenger seat beside him. On it were pictures of you, scattered and disorganized, taken from far away. From outside your apartment, from your job, and some of you just walking around Raccoon City.

He looks up, out his window, towards your apartment. Even at this angle, he could make out your form, unaware someone was watching you.

Leon takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. He wanted you more than anything, and he knew he wasn't going to let anyone take you away from him. He grabs his camera from his jacket pocket, and he zooms in on you.