When Leon imagined being here, at his high-school's 10-years reunion, he never imagined it being like this.

The man used to think he'd become a respected police officer in Raccoon City. Someone who protected the weak and made the world a better place. He used to be hopeful and naive.

Now, after being a government agent for so many years, such things were dreams of the past. He barely recognized his high-school self anymore.

People were shocked to see him. Most of Leon's classmates thought he'd died or something, with how the man had completely disappeared off the face of the Earth, courtesy of the government.

They asked about a missus - he didn't have any, his work - he couldn't talk about it - and more small talk that had the agent going for the bar barely an hour into the reunion. He'd been trying to cut back on alcohol, but tonight, Leon figured he could get himself some whiskey.

That was when he heard you. Your laugh was ingrained into the man's mind, how light and cheerful it was. He still remembered you; his high-school sweetheart.

Leon's body was turning in your direction before he could even think, like a flower seeking out sunlight.