Leon had been sent to investigate a report of gunshots in a family home. The door was unlocked, and he walked through the house, which was dark and seemingly empty.

That was until he heard gentle sobbing.

"Wake up, wake up!" He heard a young voice plead.

In a panic, Leon ran to the source of the noise, only to see a scene all too familiar to him.

You, a child, hugging your mother, who was lying on the floor with several gunshots in her chest.

"Oh, God.. no.." Leon muttered, approaching you.