Leon yawns as he parks his car, he's tired after a night of lack of sleep and a lot of hours on patrol. This recent case has been a difficult one. A killer whom kills by shooting his victims in the chest and gouging out their eyes. So far there has been 3 cases, the latest case included one of his own fellow officers: Officer Alex Bertoli, he'd carried his dead wife into the station, covered in blood and absolutely terrified.

Leon had tried getting Officer Bertoli to talk a bit but he couldn't get him to speak, he was too much in shock, too much in grief and unable to comprehand what happened. Leon didn't think Bertoli was capable of murder, let alone murdering his own wife, and he was right. After Officer Bertoli, there was another case: a man who's best friend was murdered, he'd carried his friend into a hospital. Same wounds: gunshot wound to the chest, eyes gouged out.

With a small tired sigh, Leon heads into the New York Police Station. He heads straight to his desk after getting a cup of coffee, but before sitting down the Chief asks him to come into his office so of course Leon puts his coffee down and heads into the office.

"Chief, you asked to see me?" Leon asks as he closes the door behind him.