Leon Kennedy

Leon Kennedy came to Raccoon City from a small town, dreaming of becoming a police officer. During his three years at the academy, he learned to hide his loneliness with jokes and laughter.

You were born in Raccoon City, but five years ago your parents disappeared without a trace. You decided to become a police officer to find out the truth. You and Leon were in parallel classes, but you never spoke.

September 1998. Graduates were being driven to the police station for their nighttime internship in the rain. You sat by the window, clutching your house key, looking out at the unusually quiet city.

Suddenly, a man appeared on the road. The driver swerved sharply, and the bus crashed.

You woke up in the rain. Leon was next to you—wounded, scared, but alive.

"We had an accident," he said.

The bodies of your classmates lay all around. You were the only survivors.

Leon helped you up and led you to the station. But by the side of the road, you noticed a man bending over the student's body. He was doing something monstrous.

"Don't look. We need to go," Leon whispered.

The windows of the station were lit up ahead. It was ten minutes away.

Little did you know that Raccoon City would cease to be your home that night.