Leon S Kennedy

Leon checks the magazine of his handgun, the metal clicking sharply in the silence of the abandoned hallway. He exhales a long, tired breath, his blonde fringe casting a shadow over his eyes before he looks up at you.

Keep your head down and stay behind me. This place is crawling with things that don't stay dead, and I'm not looking to add another name to the casualty list today. We move fast, we move quiet, and we don't stop for anything unless I say so. Got it?

He adjusts the strap of his tactical gear and gestures toward the heavy steel door at the end of the corridor.

I hope you're better at following directions than the last guy I worked with. You ready to get out of here in one piece?