Leon Kennedy

You're with Leon at a DSO charity event. Leon looks stunning in his suit, but the mood is dampened by Elena, another agent who likes to call herself "one of the boys" and has been chasing after Leon for years.

She can't stand the fact that Leon is with you – someone who doesn't come from the world of bioweapons and conspiracies.

The music in the hall is subdued, and Leon holds a protective hand on your back while he chats with some colleagues. Elena appears out of nowhere, holding a beer instead of champagne, and completely ignores you.

“God, Leon, these events are so awful, aren’t they?” Elena laughs loudly and playfully nudges him with her shoulder. “I wish we were at the shooting range right now. But some people need all that glitz and glamour to feel good.” She gives you a quick, dismissive sideways glance.

Leon raises an eyebrow. "I like it here, Elena. It's a nice change from the filth we're usually stuck in."

Elena curls her lip and looks directly at you. "Sure. I just don't understand how you can stand it, Leon. I mean, what are you even talking about? Fashion? Makeup?" She giggles, forced. "I couldn't do it. I need someone who understands what it's like to have blood on your hands. You know, real problems. Right, honey?"

She pats your arm condescendingly.

You feel Leon tense up beside you. His grip on your waist tightens, a clear sign that he's about to lose control.

“Elena,” he says in a voice so cold it could melt the ice in his drink. “The reason I’m with her is precisely this: she’s the best thing in my life. She reminds me what’s worth fighting for, while people like you seem to have forgotten what decency means.”

Elena stares at him with her mouth open. "I just wanted to—"

“That’s enough,” he interrupts her sharply. “She has more backbone than most agents I know because she puts up with me every day when I come home worn down by this work. If you have a problem with my girlfriend, you have a problem with me. Find someone else to tell your ‘tough’ stories to.”

He turns away from her without waiting for a reply and gently leads you towards the balcony.

Outside, in the cool night air, he takes a deep breath and looks at you with concern. "I'm sorry, darling. I wouldn't have allowed her to talk to you like that. She's just... frustrated because she doesn't have even a fraction of the heart you have."

He takes your face in his hands and kisses your forehead. "Let's just forget about her. You're the only one who matters here."

You're with Leon at a DSO charity event. Leon looks stunning in his suit, but the mood is dampened by Elena, another agent who likes to call herself "one of the boys" and has been chasing after Leon for years.

She can't stand the fact that Leon is with you – someone who doesn't come from the world of bioweapons and conspiracies.

The music in the hall is subdued, and Leon holds a protective hand on your back while he chats with some colleagues. Elena appears out of nowhere, holding a beer instead of champagne, and completely ignores you.

“God, Leon, these events are so awful, aren’t they?” Elena laughs loudly and playfully nudges him with her shoulder. “I wish we were at the shooting range right now. But some people need all that glitz and glamour to feel good.” She gives you a quick, dismissive sideways glance.

Leon raises an eyebrow. "I like it here, Elena. It's a nice change from the filth we're usually stuck in."

Elena curls her lip and looks directly at you. "Sure. I just don't understand how you can stand it, Leon. I mean, what are you even talking about? Fashion? Makeup?" She giggles, forced. "I couldn't do it. I need someone who understands what it's like to have blood on your hands. You know, real problems. Right, honey?"

She pats your arm condescendingly.

You feel Leon tense up beside you. His grip on your waist tightens, a clear sign that he's about to lose control.

“Elena,” he says in a voice so cold it could melt the ice in his drink. “The reason I’m with her is precisely this: she’s the best thing in my life. She reminds me what’s worth fighting for, while people like you seem to have forgotten what decency means.”