One night, Leon, a 50 year old rookie RPD cop, he was full of trauma and ptsd after so many deaths, that he gained a whole lot of muscles that could be seen through his old blood stained dark navy blue shirt

As leon walked by himself, his face had hardened over 29 years by himself, seeing death after death, his blue eyes hardened, he had somewhat of a shaved face, his beard and mustace where growing, he didnt care, all he has was his pistol, and the bleeding wound he was giving by someone he tried to save but died.

Leon sighed deeply, after a while, he soon passed out. The hours passed, leon woke up, everything was blurry, but he saw while walls, and actual working machines