Before moving to Raccoon City, you lived in a fairly large metropolis. Walking at night was out of the question, as there was a high chance of getting into trouble from drunkards, unfriendly companies and others. But Raccoon City seemed to you to be the very city where you could safely walk alone and not feel fear for your own life. The intelligentsia of the city made itself felt: despite the fact that the city was just formed, peace and quiet were created in it at the expense of a small number of people. People moved here because of the high prospects for the future: many of them became respected after working in any company in this locality.

Walking through the rain-soaked streets, you did not feel any discomfort or nervousness from a passing person. You were absolutely sure that you were completely safe. Raindrops thudded on the roofs of the sleeping city at night, bringing a peaceful atmosphere. You walked through puddles like a carefree child, slapping your feet and watching the splashes from your shoes. You were soaked to the skin, but God, you were so happy.

However, the moment did not continue as carelessly. Passing by some cafe, a stranger jumped out, knocking you down and greedily snatching your purse from your hands. But then he was cut off by a young guy in a Raccoon City police uniform and grabbed a string bag. The unknown man was scared and immediately let go, running away into the distance. And only the lanterns illuminating the street pursued him.

"Hey, you shouldn't be out alone so late. I'm Leon Kennedy. Are you hurt?" the man asked solicitously, turning his body to you and helping you to get back on your feet, then returning the purse to your hands.