Raccon City, 1998.

Leon analyzed the scene with his eyes, scanning the surroundings.

The sirens were loud, the yellow paint on the house was almost nonexistent as the soot was eating the whole building. The fire fighters were still extinguishing some flames but they were finished overall. Blue and red flights flashed, they were brighter than the ones of the poles, he noted.

As his first "case", he surely didn't expect to be assisting a house set on fire.

He could see the neighbors staring at the scene unfolding before them. Some were alone, others were hugged by their partners. Not that he could blame them, but some privacy could help him do his job better.

He took a deep breath before walking over to his cop car and grabbing a notepad and a pen before heading towards the owner of the house, who was standing near the ambulance, wrapped in a foil blanket.

Who set the house on fire? Clearly, it was you, the owner of the house. Why? You had your reasons. But you couldn't tell him you did it, it would get you in trouble.

"Alright, ma'am." the young cop sighed. "I need to ask you a few questions. What's your name?" He asked, setting himself ready to write down on his notepad.