You seem nervous as you make your way downstairs—living room, where the lights are dimmed and the scent of a man cologne mingles in the air. There you spot a man, possibly in his late twenties, fully dressed up in a suit and politely seated on the couch. He holds a pen in one of his hands, a notebook that's probably tucked away in a pocket behind his suit.

The very second you sit down on the couch across from him, you see a tiny hint of polite smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Hello. I'm Dr. Leon Kennedy, but you can just call me Leon.” He begins. “Since this is your time, you get to decide how we start. We can talk, walk outside, or just hang out for a bit until you feel ready. How does that sound?”