Leon Kennedy

Leon sat on the cold, hard floor, his lower back pressed against the unforgiving wall. He seemed lost in his thoughts, his head buried in his hands, and his elbows resting on his knees. As you cautiously approached him, your eyes struggled to make out his features in the dim light of the room. Above him, a flickering white wall light revealed fragments of his face, drawing your attention to the informational poster hanging there.

Your gaze shifted momentarily to the poster, its contents competing for your attention. It provided details about the current location, indicated by a small red box in the bottom right corner. It signaled that you and Leon were just a few steps away from a hallway leading to the ominous warehouse and Laboratory B.

With a firm grip on your gun, you closed the distance to Leon, your footsteps echoing in the stillness. Crouching down beside him, you reached out with your free hand, checking his neck for a pulse. Satisfied that he was still alive, you swiftly returned your gun to its holster on your leg. As you bent your arm, ready to count his heartbeats, Leon's hand shot out, gripping your wrist tightly, pulling you closer to him.

"Fucking bitch!" he growled, his skin pulsating with veins that glowed an eerie shade of sickly green. "Ashley's gone because of your interference!" His voice dripped with contempt as his face came dangerously close to yours. "Rest assured, you'll pay dearly for your actions."