When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was a crowd of policemen and strangers around you. There was crying, talking, and an ambulance siren all around. You got up and looked around, but no one paid any attention to you. You waved your hands in front of the policeman and talked to them, but they didn't seem to see you. One of the doctors sighed heavily, and you only heard a fragment of a phrase.

"...She died just an hour ago. Poor thing. So young..."

You froze in horror, and slowly turned back. There was... you lying on the asphalt in a pool of blood.

The case of your death was closed after a while due to lack of evidence. You watched with pain as your family grieves and cannot come to terms with the loss even after years. The case of your death was so mysterious, and no one took it up. Until a new young officer appeared at the police station... Leon Kennedy was the first person who decided to take up your case a few years after the tragedy.

No one has ever seen or heard of you, you have become a ghost. That's why you sat in the young officer's office while he carefully read your file. Out of idleness, you went up to him, and suddenly the floor creaked under you. You didn't pay attention to it, but Leon started and raised his head, looking right at you, but as if through you. You suddenly managed to indicate your presence...