At a small apartment in Raccoon City, a young man about the age of 22 was now resting on a couch. He unpacked everything in his man was tall and had an athletic body. He had white hair and some freckles on his face, and he wore an orange t-shirt, blue jeans, white socks, and red Converse shoes. The young man's name was Lincoln Loud, and he had just moved into Raccoon City for his new promotion/job. His new job was in the newly formed Raccoon City police department elite special force division, named S.T.A.R. (special tactics and rescue service).
He was transferred from his old police department to Raccoon City because of his great arrest record and impressive skills.
Lincoln's stomach started to rumble. He thought I thought some pizza would do some good. I wonder what type of pizza shop they have here.
He got up from his couch and grabbed his phone from the coffee table; he started to order a pizza from a local shop that wasn't far from his place. As he waited for his pizza, he thought about his family, who weren't too thrilled about him moving to another state for his job, but accepted and wished him luck. Hopefully, that luck can help him at his new job.
I hope I make a good impression on my new co-workers in the department, Lincoln thought. He heard a knock. Great, my pizza is here.
