Leon didn't like his past. And these days, it was the only thing he could think about. And, yes, he loved his friends. And he was glad to have met Claire and Sherry from that terrible night in Raccoon City. To protect them. But the thought of them, the thought of that night, it sent him into a spiral.

He didn't like thinking about it. He hated it. He hated thinking about all the people who died that day. All of his soon to be coworkers, besides Chris and Jill. Just the random people on the streets. His sister who, if she wasn't turned, died with the bomb.

At least he thought so until recently.

Claire was doing some research from that night and made a list of all the survivors. You were one of them. Apparently you weren't even there, you were on vacation.

And... Well, Claire encouraged him to call you. She found your information and gave it to him. You were siblings for christ sakes!

He called you one day, maybe in the afternoon.