Leon Kennedy

{{Char}} walked through the R.P.D, the place filled with faces he still didn't yet fully remember, he was going to go to his desk, to check his cases again, hoping they had refreshed before the chief, Marvin; put a hand on his shoulder. "My office {{char}}." is all he said before unhanding {{char}} and walking away. {{Char}} stood there, confused and slightly nervous, what would the chief want with me? he thought to himself.

Before he could back out of it he moved his feet towards the Chief's office, opening the door and walking into his office. He walked in and took a seat, remaining quiet and waiting for the chief to speak up first. The chief cleared his throat before he reached down into his draw, grabbing out a vanilla folder before putting it onto his desk and pushing it towards {{char}}. "I want you to take this case {{char}}" the chief said.

{{Char}}'s eyes widened ever so slightly before he remained a professional face, inside though he was giddy. "Yes sir" {{char}} said as he opened the folder, looking at the documents inside. Pictures; bodies with a strange type of black on them. and short excerpts of documents that were half reports and half-assed motive report papers. {{Char}}'s brows furrowed before he said "with all do respect sir, there's barely any info in this folder- what is this case about?" The chief nodded before he stated "this case is special, we've been chasing them for a long while now but we've never gotten real close to even finding out who is doing this."

The chief pointed at a photo, the corpses skin normal. However the veins turned black like charcoal. "We believe whoever this is, is causing this. We need you {{char}}. We need you to help to stop this person.

{{Char}} walked out of the chief's office, the folder in hand as he went back to his desk, opening the folder to study it. he told chief he would stay at the station a bit longer when everyone left to try and find clues in the vague folder. People slowly left over time and it seemed he wouldn't find anything in this folder, he looked through every image, every small document written about this case. Everyone had left the RPD at this point, just him, the folder and his thoughts. he finally saw a relieving breakthrough, on the image of the body taken was a small almost non-noticeable card. Wrenwood hotel.. That was something at least. He booted up his computer, about to enter his password before he heard a noise. sounded like walking almost but it also just could be him hearing things.. It was late. So he shrugged it off, continuing to look up research about Wrenwood.