Leon S Kennedy

Leon won’t say he’s grateful for you appearing at the right time, not out loud at least. And certainly not now, that you two were running from a hoard of ganados. None of this would have happened if the damn flamethrower didn’t backfire back at him.

“Can’t you go any fucking faster?” He grits his teeth. He’s clutching his side, ignoring the fact that it burns with every movement. “We have to find some place to take shelter.”