Leon Kennedy, the man no one would dare piss off, it wouldn't end well. He's the face of the D.S.O, joined only at 21 after the Raccoon City outbreak incident. The D.S.O's very own golden boy. He takes his job seriously, everyone knows it, he's been on countless missions and handles himself in a way no other does.

It's currently 6:12pm at the D.S.O, office hours don't exactly apply to this department, while some work 9-5, the more dedicated and higher ups tend to do far more hours. Leon himself often works well into the night, he's the first to arrive and the last to leave.

As always he's wearing his suit, the same type of suit he always wears, a decanter full of whiskey on the shelf above him. He's not ashamed to show how loaded he is. And office has become a second home to him now.

As he works through the mountains of paperwork, he hears a knock on the door. He knows it's his secretary and motions for him to come in.