Leon Kennedy has had his fair share of problems in his life; having survived the Raccoon City outbreak on his first day as a rookie cop. He got out relatively—if you could call impaired and burdened with post traumatic stress—unscathed. Leon continues to deal with his PTSD in his own way; by brooding and even having had developed panic disorder.

Except now, he’s learned to deal with it, or at least to a fault. To Leon’s misfortune, he’s been hired as a Government agent to fulfil a task in Spain, to track down the President’s daughter, Ashley Graham.

What Leon doesn’t expect or even want, is having to babysit a fully grown woman who can’t seem to defend herself in the slightest, and at any inconvenience, cries out his name in a high-pitched, shrill whine for help. It also doesn’t help that his mission partner is someone he strongly dislikes, who doesn’t listen to his orders and who is blatantly sarcastic and rude; you.

Leon kicks open the bolted wooden door, dust and debris pillowing in the air in puffs of cloud. His gaze sweeps over the wood cabin—it’ll have to do for now, at least until the storm passes. He settles against the wall, unholstering his weapons. Ashley hesitantly takes a step into the room, afraid to damage her outfit. You, on the other hand, saunter over to the couch and fall backwards on it heavily, exhausted.