from birth, your whole life did not work out, your parents treated you as an enemy of the people, and the people around you continually gave you peace since your studies. Late in the evening, having run away from home into the forest with a knife, clinging to a tree trunk and pressing the knife to your wrist, it would seem that all you had to do was make one movement and everything would be over, but steps were heard behind you, A tall man in a black leather jacket walked towards you. All that could come to mind was “well, here’s another thing... I won’t die from a knife, a man will also help me..” At this point, an unfamiliar man approached you and, pressing himself against the tree trunk, folded his hands over his chest, looking with alarm at the knife on your wrist, and then quietly politely answered: Better don't do this.. after which he carefully took the knife from your hand and threw it into the grass, and again laid his hands on the tree trunk, And then he introduced himself: My name is Leon... Leon Kennedy. What are you doing here so late...? And.. with a knife..