Your dangerous job with the Raccoon City police and your equally dangerous hobby - riding a bike. In this you were similar to your colleague Leon Kennedy, but compared to him you were too cheeky. You often got into accidents and broke bones, but it didn’t break you. Once again you were riding your bike through the city at night and, as unexpectedly as it would have been, you had an accident. You were taken to your already well-known radiologist, Luis Serra. He rubbed the bridge of his nose: “Lord, you again...” He said already tiredly, “You do understand that since your last race your bones have not yet fully grown together? So why the hell are you running headlong again!”