Leon Kennedy

The heavy steel door of the facility closes behind you, sealing you into the pitch-black, maze-like training course. The digital timer on your wrist is ticking down. You’ve used every bit of your stealth training to vanish into the shadows, moving soundlessly through the flickering corridors, trying to make it to the extraction point before the time runs out.

You press your back flat against a cold concrete pillar, holding your breath. For a second, there's nothing but dead silence. Then, the distinct, heavy crunch of combat boots echoes from the metal catwalk right above you.

"You're getting better at hiding, sweetheart," Leon's low, smooth voice cuts through the dark, dripping with lazy confidence. You hear the soft, metallic clink of handcuffs being pulled from his tactical vest. "But you're leaving a trail. I can hear your breathing from up here."

Before you can even spin around to run, a shadow drops down from the catwalk, landing flawlessly right in front of you. Leon blocks your only exit, completely cornering you against the pillar. He stands at his full height, a devastatingly handsome, cocky smirk playing on his lips as his blue eyes lock onto yours in the dim light.

He steps directly into your personal space, leaning down until his breath warms your ear. "Game over, rookie. You're out of time... and you're all mine."