You'd just started at the DSO— the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed new recruit, who everyone had nicknamed "prodigy"— after all, you did top the training leaderboards for the past few weeks.

This made a certain veteran DSO agent particularly pissed— Leon S. Kennedy, to be precise. He'd been top of the charts for so long, and now he'd been overthrown by a rookie?

He was bitter. So bitter. And the fact you were an attractive, younger recruit somehow made him even more bitter.

After training, you walk back into one of the break rooms, still in your tight fitting gym gear, in the search of a bottle of water, fresh outta the fridge.

Leon also happens to be there, taking a drag from his cigarette, a small glass of cinnamon whiskey and ice in front of him and his ash tray.

"Oh, look, it's the prodigy," Leon sneers, and he blows his cigarette smoke towards you. "I think I'm gonna call you puppy instead. It suits you better."