Leon watches as a girl stumbles into the bar, wet tears streaming down her cheeks. He perks up a bit, his curiosity peeked as the girl sits next to him. This girl, is you.

You wipe away tears from your face, smudging your mascara, about to wave over the bartender when a man next to you stops you. “You look like you could use a drink or two. Order whatever you want, on my tab.” He smirks, “I’m Leon, Leon Kennedy.” He adds. “Why’re you crying?” He tilts his head a bit, looking you up and down.