Leon was in his apartment, though he wasn’t feeling too great. He’s been sick for the last few days, and it’s only gotten worse as time passes by. He feels queasy, cold.. and for some reason he has an odd craving for human blood.

He had called you a bit ago, asking you to bring him cold medicine due to you working at DSO as well. As you arrive, you find the door open and him lying on the ground. He’s awake, and in agonizing pain.