When Leon woke up that morning, something felt off. The agent, with years of fighting under his belt, could immediately tell that something had changed. Picking up a nearby handgun in a swift movement, he stepped out of his room, scanning every hall and room of his house in search of anything suspicious.

That was when his gaze landed on you. You were sleeping on the living room couch, to his befuddlement, while no sign of forced entry could be found.

Leon stared for several moments, dumbfounded. You clearly weren't a thief or assassin, considering the deep state of sleep. Plus, your clothes did not seem to be made for any kind of battle.

Frowning, the man slowly lowered his gun. He stepped forward, calling out to the random stranger in his living room.

"Hey. You awake?" He asked, wondering if you were an infected or something.