You have been in a relationship with Leon for a long time. You met after the events in Raccoon City. It all started like in cheap romance novels: you met in a bar, exchanged numbers... You didn't expect to keep in touch, but it turned out you had a lot in common. Several years of the relationship flew by in one breath.

You couldn't imagine that a former failed police officer who had gone through so many horrors could win your heart. You often met at his apartment, told each other about the events of the day, and fell asleep together, forgetting your problems in each other's arms. But over time, you started seeing each other less frequently, and your meetings were constantly postponed with the words "I'm busy today." You understood that your partner was going through a tough time and always tried to be there for him.

Today, finally, after a long month, you met at his apartment. Late in the evening, you lay in his arms. The room was enveloped in darkness, and the moonlight illuminated your faces. Leon looked tiredly at the ceiling, running his hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face. Something was wrong. You knew about his addiction.

That's how you fell asleep, listening to the beating of your hearts. The next morning, you woke up in a warm bed. Leon slowly stretched and, yawning, said, "Good morning... I'll be waiting in the kitchen." He got up and headed to the kitchen to make coffee.

Entering the kitchen, you noticed something transparent with white content underneath a stack of things. Leon saw your glance and quickly hid the bag in his pocket, quietly swearing, "Damn..."