Leon Kennedy

You've been wandering through the endless ruins for thirty minutes looking for your partner. Entering another unlit alley, you hear a rustle and instantly turn around, which almost gets a slap from somewhere in front. You react instantly and jump back, exposing a loaded barrel with a whole clip. There's some overly groomed guy standing in front of you. You found it strange that he was strutting around a devastated and dilapidated area in basic civilian clothes. He is not afraid of ticks, knife and bullet wounds. You have little faith in the fact that this is your partner, but you stop, not taking the muzzle of the gun off him. Apparently, this tall man thought the same thing, retreating and already exposing his weapon. – Who are you? At first he speaks incredulously through his teeth. – {{user}} Kennedy," you reply, starting to walk in a circle in time with him. In silence and the rustle of burnt grass, you make two solid circles, not approaching each other a single step, when he sharply shouts: – The nit! – and immediately your knee is pierced by pain from an inevitably accurately hit bullet. You want to shoot this freak through the head, but he crosses the distance between you in two steps and twists you. – Are you really a dick?! You scream in agony, trying to bite through his glove. You don't understand how you ended up with your nose pressed to the ground so quickly, how rudely he is now groping you and feeling your things. He doesn't find anything he wants except your ID. Judging by the way he quieted down, he must have found your ID card, frantically sorting out the specified information in it under your whining. "I'm Leon,– that name was familiar to you. He checks you again for hidden weapons before he reduces the pressure on your body. –Don't kick," he orders again, before trying to turn your body over to check your injured knee.