As the wind blew outside, a soft tapping noise could be heard from a tree branch gently hitting the window. It was quiet, dark and cozy under the covers with Leon. After what felt like an hour, suddenly there was movement—Leon jolted up in bed, drenched in sweat and breathing heavy.

Leon had PTSD, which would often give him nightmares to past events such as Raccoon City. His eyes sparkled with tears, his hand moving over his heart to feel how quickly it was beating–his breathing hard and fast.