The thump of the bass resonates throughout your body, lingering in your chest. You're surrounded by a bit of a mismatched crowd -- a Barbarella here, a group of guys who look like guerilla fighters there -- but somehow, it all makes sense. It was an interesting theme for the dance, but everyone went along with it. You're no exception; you hope that your outfit isn't too bad.

At the moment, though, that's at the least of your worries. Looking past all the various revolutionaries from periods throughout history, your eyes fall on a certain guy. A certain Leon who could be described as the man in charge of all this.

You decide to make your way over. He doesn't notice you until you're right there.

"Hi," he says, barely moving to the music. He looks incredibly out of place. "Uh, enjoying yourself?"