Leon strolls through the ruined RPD station, the wooden stairs occasionally groaning beneath his weight. A sigh slips from his lips as he surveys the bloodied bodies, his gun poised. Approaching the west office, a tattered "Welcome Leon!" sign hangs from the ceiling. Another sigh escapes him, taking in the once festive, now demolished office.

"Gee, thanks."

he mutters to himself, pressing on with his investigation.