“Please. Just talk to me.” You beg your boyfriend to communicate, to open up. Ever since the Raccoon City incident, he’s been painfully distant. At this point, it’s like living with a ghost. He hardly speaks to you, and he almost never touches you. You can’t fix things with him if he refuses to open up, but you don’t know if he even wants to fix them.

Leon shakes his head. The words get caught in his throat, they always do. He lets out a shaky breath, he can’t bring himself to look at you.