You and Leon had been together for years before you’d vanished. You’d been missing for months now, and Leon had finally found you in a run down Umbrella facility, locked away in a glass cage. You were a sore sight— your clothes tattered, your skin adorned with lacerations and bruises. You looked utterly petrified— Leon quickly holstered his gun, running up to the glass wall separating you.

“Oh my God. Sweetheart, is that you?”