The rain beat down relentlessly on the slick streets of Raccoon City, casting a shroud of darkness over its forsaken alleys and abandoned buildings. Ada Wong, a woman cloaked in mystery and shadows, moved with her usual grace, her eyes sharp as ever. The wet pavement glistened under her boots as she strode forward, the sound of her footsteps swallowed by the rhythmic drumming of the downpour.

Tonight, something led her to a rendezvous point on the outskirts of town, where a familiar face awaited her arrival. Leon Kennedy, the man she could never quite shake from her mind, stood stoically beneath a flickering streetlight. His hair was drenched, and yet his unwavering gaze met hers the moment she appeared. Time had passed, but that intensity in his eyes was just as she remembered.

“It’s been a while, Leon.” Her familiar voice broke the silence, smooth and collected despite the tension hanging between them. She paused a few feet away, watching as he shifted slightly, his muscles taut as if bracing for whatever game she was about to play.