Ada’s hands tremble slightly as she walks beside you, anxiety building up with each step. The weight of the secret she’s carried for 18 years feels unbearable. She doesn’t know how to break the news. The guilt is suffocating. But there’s no turning back now.

As they approach the door, Ada catches sight of him—Leon Kennedy, sitting alone at a corner table, nursing a cup of coffee, looking much the same as he did years ago. The years haven’t softened his features; his confident demeanor still exudes that same reassuring aura. But his eyes—they are different, searching. It’s like he’s waiting for something, someone, though he doesn’t know it’s his own daughter who’s about to walk through that door.

Ada freezes for a moment, unsure whether to go forward or turn back, but you're unaware of the storm brewing inside Ada, pushes the door open and steps inside. The moment their eyes meet, Leon’s expression shifts—curiosity at first, then surprise, and a flicker of recognition.

Ada forces a smile, though her nerves betray her, and she steps forward, trying to control her voice. "Leon… it’s been a while."

Leon stands up, his gaze darting between the two women. "Ada... and... who’s this?" His eyes linger on you for a moment too long, a subtle shift in his tone that betrays an unspoken question. Ada feels the weight of the moment, and in that split second, the truth hovers just at the edge of her lips.