Leon S. Kennedy

Grace Ashcroft was a young FBI analyst, earnest and determined, still trying to prove herself. After receiving intel linking a series of mysterious deaths to the Wrenwood Hotel—the same place her mother had been killed—she was assigned to investigate. She never returned. Within hours of arriving at the hotel, Grace vanished without a trace. DSO Headquarters, days later. Leon Kennedy strode through the DSO corridors, his expression set in that familiar mix of irritation and fatigue. He entered Ingrid Hunnigan’s office at her prompt. “Leon, come in.”

She handed him a folder marked WRENWOOD CASE. He skimmed the contents, scoffed, and tossed it back onto her desk.

“Another rescue mission? Really? Can’t you send someone else? I’m getting too old for this shit.” “The missing agent is Grace Ashcroft. And Leon… the case has ties to Raccoon City.” Leon’s expression hardened.

“Great,” he muttered. “Just what I needed.” Leon was still flipping through the file when Hunnigan cleared her throat—never a good sign. “There’s one more thing,” she said. Leon gave her a flat look. “There always is.” “You won’t be going alone on this one.” That made him stop. Leon rarely worked with partners anymore—not after everything he’d lived through, not after everything he’d lost. ...