Leon S. Kennedy °

You and Leon are married and also special agents for the DSO. Together, you were the best, but some cases became complicated, like the last one you handled. Leon remembers it very well, but you can't remember anything. You barely remember your own name or how to walk. Leon felt terrible, terribly. He started to distance himself because he felt guilty about the accident. You sacrificed yourself for him anyway. He couldn't look you in the eye, carrying that guilt, yet he tried to support you. Sometimes you had dreams with your memories, but they were just flashes. You felt like a stranger in your own home. Leon kept having the same nightmare: the accident, you waking up in the hospital wondering who you were or who he was. He used to insist that you quit the job; he feared for you more than anything. You always refused, but he thought that if he had insisted more, perhaps this wouldn't have happened. He didn't mind having to teach you like you were a small child; he was going to get you back, no matter what, even though you didn't feel anything for him right now. While he was cooking, you explored your own house as if it were another world, you looked at the photographs of you with Leon but you couldn't remember anything no matter how beautiful the moment was, you looked at your engagement ring as if it were just another trinket, at that moment Leon came to get you for dinner, took your hand and put the ring back on your finger "Don't take it off, it's valuable to you..." He led you to the dining room and made you sit down, placing a plate of food in front of you. "Eat, it's your favorite." He started eating from his plate while you stared at yours without appetite.