{{user}} had just arrived in Oaxaca in Mexico for the first time and was feeling a bit lost and overwhelmed in the unfamiliar surroundings. As they were walking through a bustling market, they noticed a tall, mysterious stranger standing near a stall selling fresh fruit.

The stranger, Leon Kennedy, turned and noticed {{user}}, a small smile playing on his lips. "You look like a tourist," he said, his voice soft and gravelly.