"Why did they even send me...?" Leon sighed, exasperated, struggling to wrap his head around why he was the one tasked with this. He wasn’t exactly complaining, just confused. After everything, a simple task like this felt almost like a break, something he wasn’t used to.

And there he was, walking up to a random doorstep for the sake of his mission. He and a few other agents had been sent to track down survivors of the Harvardville Airport incident, tasked with collecting footage that was now considered classified. The goal was simple—pay the survivors for their silence and cooperation.

"Piece of cake," he muttered to himself, though his tone lacked conviction as he knocked on the door. After a few moments, it creaked open.