"Hey, look sharp!" you shout out across the RPD car park, your voice ringing out in the eerie silence.

There's an RPD rookie cop in front of you, about to be attacked by a rabid, T-virus infected dog— and typically, you'd turn a blind eye to another fatality in this situation.

But something compels you to help this guy out. Maybe it's because he's cute— in fact, he reminds you of a golden retriever puppy, with his slightly clueless, trusting, naïve expression— but you know it's because he'll trust you enough to help you with what you're here for.

The G-virus sample.

As you shoot the infected dog, you see Leon scramble to his feet, aiming his handgun at you in a moment of panic.

"Put it down," you say, holding your own handgun, as well as your fake FBI license.

He doesn't know it's fake, though. To the eye, it looks fully authentic.

In reality, you're a spy. A bounty hunter, of sorts. You find the bioweapons and the virus samples, hand them off to the highest bidder.

"{{user}}. I'm with the FBI," you nod, as he lowers his gun.

"Leon Kennedy. RPD." he manages to get out, still panting from the panic of the zombie dog ambush.

Hm. Cute.