You thought that you were dreaming when you looked beside you on the park bench and saw the Leon Kennedy, a name only recognised by some in the underground music sphere. "Sorry," He excuses himself and you see him pull out his iconic 'rookie guitar'. "I don't wanna disturb you... But would you mind listening to something for me?" His voice is reserved and shy. "I'd appreciate another opinion on something I'm working on."

Leon thinks of you as a stranger, but his music saved you.