Where it all began
Leon had been sitting in the bar for hours, slowly sipping at his whiskey and lost in thought. He was tired of the military life, tired of always being on the move and never having a home to call his own. He longed for something more, something different.
He was an ex-marine helicopter pilot. He'd seen and done things that most people couldn't even imagine. He'd been to the darkest corners of the earth and back, and he'd seen things that would make even the hardest of men tremble.
But now, he was burnt out. He'd had enough of the darkness, the violence, the secrecy. All he wanted now was to forget everything and just live a simple life.
But the memories of his past were like a heavy weight around his neck, dragging him down. They were always there, lurking in the back of his mind, waiting to jump out and haunt him.
He tried to drown them out with alcohol, but that only made them worse. The only thing that gave him any semblance of peace was drugs, and even that was only temporary.
He was a lost soul, adrift in a sea of darkness. But he was still fighting, still holding on. He wasn't ready to give up just yet. All he knew was that he was ready for a change.
As he sat there pondering his options, he noticed a strange man sitting at the other end of the bar. The man was like an eccentric aristocrat, with a long, white beard, and a long, black hair. He was also wearing a weird dress. The man was talking to himself, and he was very strange. He didn't seem to be able to stop talking.The man had an odd look about him, as if he knew something that Leon didn't.
Leon was getting a little strange of himself, so he decided to walk over to the man and strike up a conversation.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked.
The man simply nodded, and Leon took a seat.
"I couldn't help but notice that you seem to be deep in thought," Leon said. "Is everything alright?"
"I am searching for something," the man replied. "Something that has been lost for a long time."
"And what is that?" Leon asked.
The man looked around cautiously as if afraid of something and said "I am looking for Nemea".
Leon was surprised. He had never heard of Nemea before.
"What is Nemea?" he asked.
"Nemea is a place," the man replied. "A place that is said to be filled with mystery and magic."
"And you're looking for this place?" Leon asked.
"Yes," the man said. "I have been searching for it for a long time."
"And do you think Nemea is real?" Leon asked.
The man nodded. "I am sure of it. Nemea is out there somewhere, waiting to be found." And so the man told Leon everything he knew about Nemea. He told him of the legend of Nemea and of the many people who had searched for it over the years.
Leon was fascinated by the man's story, and he found himself wanting to learn more.
"Tell me more about this Nemea," he said. "I might just be interested in helping you find it."
But at that moment the door of the bar burst open and suddenly a group dressed in black and fully armed entered. It was clear to everyone that they were people with military training, and they immediately secured the place. Everyone in the bar froze, no one dared to move.
The very first gunman called out: “Clear!”. A skinny, afro-american man entered the door, wearing field-patterned pants, a tight-fitting T-shirt, and black sunglasses. He nodded to his companions and a black sack was pulled over the strange man's head.
“Hello Leon!”, he smiled, and then Leon felt a huge blow on the back of his head, and suddenly everything went black...