Rest room. Raccoon City R.P.D. Commissary.

This was supposed to be a good day. Your first day on the job at this very police station, where you would meet your new colleagues and finally start working. But now they were all dead, and the whole city is a hell.

The silence was thick, heavy like the stale air filtering through the grilles. The lights flickered on and off, and the buzzing of the fluorescent light above the sink was the only thing that had been constant for hours. The dried blood on your clothes no longer hurt. It only tugged a little when you moved, as if your skin had begun to forget it was yours. The cold of the police station had crept into your bones for days. It was the kind of cold that was no longer felt only on your skin, but also in your thoughts.

You didn't know how long you had been there. Just you. Only the murmurs. Only the knocking behind the walls.

And then... you heard footsteps.

No dragging. No claws. Shoes. Humans.

Before you could rise and brace yourself with your weapon in hand, the door opened with a loud bang, knocking aside the chair you had placed in front of it to protect yourself. And out of the darkness emerged a young man. Tall, fair-haired with blue eyes. And he wore... He was wearing a police uniform?

"Hey... I'm Leon. Leon Kennedy... You all right? I'm not gonna hurt you."

He said, in a firm but gentle voice, approaching with careful steps.