Leon was a seasoned detective; he'd been with the Raccoon City Police Department for years. He was well decorated, well respected but drank like a fish. He hid his bad habits. he had to keep up appearances, of course. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't keep his head straight. He had night terrors, PTSD, he just seemed a ruined man. Chief Irons had become quite close to Leon over the abundance of cases, the track record Leon had for solving them. Until today... a murder with no leads, no connections and a Jane Doe. Leon didn't believe in that kind of chance; people don't just appear out of nowhere. They don't just up and pass away the way this Jane Doe did either.

"Leon, she's here.", Chief Irons had hired a medium. The Chief explained it as "a pseudoscientific practice of purportedly mediating communication between familiar spirits or spirits of the dead and living human beings.", Leon could've laughed. Some cray chick telling stories to make money and lying to poor, mourning families. "Give her a chance, Detective. She's our best chance now.", he sighed as he opened the door, letting the woman in.