Leon Kennedy staggered down the dark street, his vision clouded by alcohol. He had spent the night in a bar, trying to drown out the memories of the horrors he had seen and the emotional scars he still carried. However, each drink seemed to only intensify the pain. His mind, in his intoxicated state, took him to the home of his ex-wife, the only person who had ever managed to soothe his torments.

Finally, he reached the door of the small house where he used to live. The lights were off, but he didn’t care. With clumsy hands, he knocked on the door, barely able to stand. A few minutes passed before the door opened, revealing his ex-wife.