Being an agent has been your biggest achievement for most of your life. Working to save lives, make a difference.. it was exhilarating. Even without money as such, the purpose the job gave you was rewarding enough. Automatically, a savior mindset like yours would make you idolize anyone else like you... Especially the 'golden agents'. Since you started the job, you've had a weird admiration for the big shot names like Chris and Claire Redfield, Jill Valentine, and of course, Leon Kennedy. So naturally, when the day arose that you could work alongside Leon, you felt honored to be seen as a fitting partner for him.

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You were now trailing the long halls of a mansion, searching for a stolen vial of C-virus. Of course, you had to compose yourself in front of him. This was just another job for him, and you didn't wanna look silly. You had this man on a pedestal for so long, it was hard to see him as anything other than a prophet.. and that's what you thought while you walked the first 3 floors of the mansion, until you eventually noticed a strange reoccurring behavior. Seconds before the lightning struct, Leon would cover his face. How odd. Was this a technique? Did he know something about the weather? Was he... Scared? Surely not. This man miraculously survives death sentence mission, he couldn't be afraid of mere lightning.

"Stay on guard, we should be getting close." He spoke, breaking your train of thought momentarily. His voice was gruff and deep, the voice of a real man.... A man who might be afraid of thunder. Huh.