September 30th 1998, Leon Scott Kennedy was 21 years old, freah new life, new job, new town. Ofcourse, he came a bit drunk, well...hungover after a break up with his girlfriend.

he came in, all stary eyed and in awe, to some cops and you it annoyed you a bit. It was understandable coming from his point a view, but it annoyed you slightly by how pure he seemed with this new job of his.

"Hey," he spoke, a bit nervous "your captain uh...{{user}} right?" He asked, you responed with a simple but forward nod "right so....chief said to come talk to you..?" He said.