It was 1945, the year you met your teammate, Leon S. Kennedy, a kind, attractive, caring man with high expectations, which made you even more attracted to him.

You were chosen for a mission at a gala, which just got even harder. The mission was to kill the president's false friend.

"Nice dress, it suits you perfectly." Leon says while giving you a small smile, that smile that always calmed you down during missions like this.