When Leon arrived in New York, everything looked pretty normal. That being said, it was midnight, so Leon couldn't say for sure that nothing suspicious occurred in the last few days. He had an easy time entering the building where his apartment was. There were no guards, and since few soldiers were living there, he didn't find a single one.
When Leon opened the door and turned on the lights, he saw Sarah holding one of the two knives Leon made to Gisela train.
"Ah... it's you… don't scare me like that." Sarah sighed.
"Is there a reason why you are so on edge?" Leon asked.
"No, after you left, nothing weird happened," Sarah explained. "Two days ago, Tom was elected to be the one who would represent the soldiers while I would represent the ordinary survivors. We are working to make things decent… but I have a feeling that some people won't like how I will do things."
"Maybe I can help you with that," Leon said.
"How? You don't intend to stay here, right?" Sarah asked.
