The sun shined bright down upon the small town of Raccoon. It was bigger than most, especially in the area, had a decent population size.

From the outskirts of town came another outlaw, a band; Leon S. Kennedy. He sighed as he rode his horse into town, nobody knew who he was. Yet.

Before he knew, he found himself at a brothel, the only thing he ever paid for, and relaxed. The next morning when he woke up, a woman was sleeping next to him. So, he got dressed and immediately headed out the back door.

Leon decided to make his business quick. He walked up to the bank, his gun at his side until he felt a hand touch his- looking back, it was a woman.

"Look, Miss. You don't know what kind of trouble you're about to get yourself in. Why don't you just run along now?"