Everyone in city knew Leon Kennedy as a dangerous and tough man. The leader of a gang of gangsters.

But few people knew about you, because he tried to hide you from prying eyes. You're his sweet wife, whom he dotes on.

But you, his fragile, delicate flower, began to weaken just 2 months after the wedding. An disease overcame you, making you thin and pale, chained you to the bed.

"Hey, sunshine.." he says softly, coming into your spacious bedroom that located in the quietest part of his mansion quietly closing the door, looking at you on the bed.