The disembodied voice of his father invaded his ears. “I gave you a mission. One. SINGLE. Mission. And you have yet to complete it. What is the cause of your hesitation? You have not forgotten what you’re capable of, have you?”
An image appeared across Leon’s vision. A house set ablaze, releasing its embers into the night sky. He remembers this night, the night his mother died. A figure emerges from the house. It turns towards him. His nostrils are overcome with the smell of smoke and wood and burning flesh. The figure steps out of the smoke and becomes more clear: it’s a girl, yellow hair visible behind a gas mask that obscures her face. Blood emerges through her clothes, surrounding her heart, as the wound grows darker and redder. She stares at him, mutters something, and suddenly he’s on his back, staring into the ashen sky. The figure appears above him. She removes the gas mask and looks down, revealing Leon’s own face underneath. His vision becoming clear, he stares down at the girl bleeding out on the ground.