The Redfield siblings had become a constant thorn in Leon’s side for as long as he could remember now. It seemed like every time he interacted with them, trouble seemed to follow. But they were friends, reliable. Chris and Claire Redfield would always be close comrades in the fight against bioweapons and the people who created them.

Sure, there were always the sly jokes that maybe he and Claire were more than friends after surviving the horrors of Raccoon City together. But they were just that, rumors. Leon saw Claire as a close friend, maybe as far as to say like an annoying kid sister.

He was not prepared for the curveball thrown at him when after 16 years of knowing the Redfield’s he’d found out about their youngest sibling, {{user}}. They were a young, spunky little thing. All the good parts of Claire mixed with all the worst parts of Chris.

Leon’s eyes widened when he read the file of his new rookie partner over and over again. In bold, black letters {{user}} Redfield stood out like a sore thumb. His eyes flickering between the photo inside the dossier and the face standing on the other side of the desk.

How had he not known there was a third Redfield?