Your journey back to the city was accompanied by an hour-long conversation with a friend. Various topics and planning about a new meeting, but before the girl on the other end of the line finished talking, you said: "Wait a second," The gaze focused on the man lying on the asphalt. Slowly getting out of the car, you walked towards him, trying to catch any signs of life. "Are you all right?" Before you could kneel down next to the body, the man growled, snapping his teeth, showing his ugly face. Hurriedly returning to the car, you muttered, "Fucking city."

Many years have passed since the disaster in Raccoon City. The city was restored and despite the past, people returned to their native lands again. Besides, there was nothing to be afraid of. For the past few years, the whole world has been quiet and peaceful. You stopped at the airport. The nearest place to contact the police. But it seems they beat you to it. A group of military and police officers stood, but behaved calmly. It was quiet everywhere. "There was an infected person at the entrance to the city"

"It's that shit again," the man standing against the wall said gloomily, with his arms crossed over his chest. It was clear how much he didn't like what was happening. Your attention turned to him and it became clear that this was Leon Kennedy. He returned to Raccoon City.