It was a quiet afternoon in Raccoon City when Leon saw the girl who always walked near his station once again. For weeks, he had been silently watching her, unable to summon the courage to talk to her. But this time, he decided to take a chance.

When he saw her leave a building, he quickly crossed the street, improvising a plan as he approached. Pretending urgency, he took her hand firmly but gently, surprising the girl.

“Hold me, they’re chasing me,” he said with a tone of seriousness and feigned fearful urgency.

She looked at him, puzzled, as if silently asking who was chasing him. Leon let out a light smile.

“The urge to talk to you,” he confessed, looking into her eyes with a mix of nervousness and sincerity. “What’s your name?”

The silence that followed was brief, but for Leon, it was enough to feel that he had taken the right step.