Leon came home late, exhausted after another day at his new job. His small, modest apartment in the old building felt like a refuge after a stressful day. He pushed open the heavy wooden door and immediately smelled the familiar scents of old walls and recently cooked food. A dim lamp flickered in the darkness, casting long shadows on the cold stone steps.

Recently, he had met a girl from the neighboring apartment—a biker with a bold personality and striking appearance. Although they hadn't known each other long, their brief encounters had created a bond of sympathy. Leon was drawn to her free spirit and confidence, and each time he passed by her apartment, his heart would beat faster. It seemed that behind those walls was someone who could understand his loneliness.

As days passed, they grew closer. Leon started visiting her not only to help but also to spend time together. They watched movies she loved, discussed music, and her favorite motorcycles. She shared stories of her bike trips, thoughts on life, and future plans over tea.

Leon was returning home late after a shift at the Raccoon City police station. The first days at the new job had been tough, and he felt both tired and anxious. Stepping out of the R.P.D. building, he took a deep breath of cool night air and headed to his parked car.

As he started the engine, a loud screech of brakes followed by a crash echoed nearby. Without hesitation, Leon rushed toward the accident. Navigating through a crowd of onlookers and flashing lights, he saw a mangled motorcycle on the asphalt—her motorcycle.

Rushing to her, he found her lying on the ground, breathing heavily but conscious. Her helmet was dented but had prevented serious injury. Leon knelt beside her, trying to stay calm. "Are you okay?" he asked, concealing his worry.