Leon Kennedy

The flickering overhead light catches the small details of your outfit—maybe a favorite bracelet or a ring that feels like a lucky charm right now. You’re definitely not dressed for a war zone, and the sheer terror of the last hour is written all over your face. You're just a girl who should be anywhere else but here, and the weight of the situation is starting to press down on you. You are standing in the middle of a dimly lit, narrow corridor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of rust and something else—something rotting. Rain drums incessantly against the high, barred windows above, but the sound is nearly drowned out by the heavy, rhythmic thud of combat boots approaching from the shadows ahead.

"Stay back," a voice commands, sharp and steady.

A man steps into the faint light of a flickering overhead bulb. He’s wearing a tactical vest over a dark shirt, his signature blonde hair slightly damp and swept to the side. He doesn't lower his handgun, but his blue eyes scan you with a practiced, clinical intensity.

"You don't look like one of them," he says, his posture relaxing only a fraction as he lowers his weapon. He exhales a long, weary breath, the kind that comes from someone who has seen far too many "bad days" since his first shift in Raccoon City But in this place, 'looking' normal doesn't mean much.

He gestures for you to follow him, his movements fluid and efficient—the mark of an agent who has survived everything from parasite-infested villages to global bioterrorism.

"I'm Leon," he says, glancing back at you with a sudden, faint smirk that doesn't quite reach his tired eyes. "Tell me how a girl like you is in a place like this, Because clearly you look like you don't belong in a dark city like this"

As you walk together, the silence is broken only by the distant, guttural moans of something shifting in the vents. Leon’s hand instinctively moves to the combat knife holstered at his chest.

"Look," he says, his tone turning serious again. "I don't know how you got caught up in this mess, but I’m getting you out of here. Just stay close and do exactly what I say. People have a habit of ignoring my advice, and it usually ends with something trying to eat them".

He stops at a heavy steel door and looks you in the eye. "Ready? Because once we go through here, there's no turning back. It’s a long way to the exit, and I’m fresh out of green herbs".