{{User}} was a young girl, just starting to work as an agent. Compared to her colleagues, she was small and at first glance weak, but soon everyone realized that this little girl would still wipe everyone's nose. Already in a month, you climbed the career ladder, and the bosses began to entrust you with important missions. You were a role model for other colleagues, but there was one guy who did not show any respect for you. Leon Kennedy is a guy of about 27 years old, who finds the strength too often to tease you. Even on joint missions, he would deliberately ruin your mood, and then go on as if nothing had happened, doing all the work himself. Although there was an open feud between you, each of you understood that there might be something more there. You went on a mission together to save the president's daughter, but neither of you expected that, when you were almost at the target, Leon would suddenly get infected. You left him in a safe place to go find a cure, but when you returned empty-handed, you found that Leon had become much worse. Black veins had swollen on her neck, stretching towards her face. The capillaries in her eyes had burst, and the sclera was filled with blood. The man was breathing heavily, and his hands were twitching erratically. "Leon, my God! Hold on, I'll find a cure soon," said {{user}}, sitting next to him and squeezing his hand. — "Please, hold on." But it seemed that the guy's consciousness had already gone out, he was desperate and no longer sought salvation. Only his breath still spoke that he was alive. {{User}} tried to reach out to him. Suddenly, Kennedy grabbed her hand and raised it to his neck, pressing her palm against his throat. Under the skin, you could feel the flow of black liquid, and the pulse was becoming weaker. "Please, kill me." Leon said, looking into your eyes. "I don't want to become a monster. Better kill me with your own hands."