You and Leon were partners. Not just colleagues. You complemented each other: his brute strength and instincts — your sharp mind and ability to see what was hidden. You saved each other's lives more than once. You were, perhaps, the only person after Raccoon City whom he had begun to allow himself to trust, even just a little. Your last joint mission went sideways. During the assault on the laboratory, you were taken hostage. In the ensuing chaos and crossfire, a fatal shot rang out, wounding Leon. You tried to cover him, but you were knocked out and taken captive. All the evidence at the scene—erased security cameras, testimonies from surviving agents—pointed to one thing: You had led him into a trap and escaped with the terrorists. For Leon, it looked like the most vile betrayal from the only person he had decided to trust. Captivity. A white room with no windows. Interrogations. They didn't need D.S.O. secrets—they needed your mind. They injected you with a serum, blurring the line between reality and lies, forcing you to work for them and sign confessions that became evidence against you. In moments of clarity, you understood that you were using your own hands to help them create a new evil. You had become a weapon against your own. The most terrifying fear became—him. Leon. They told you he had survived. That he hated you and was hunting you. You ran not from them, but from him. Because meeting his hatred would be the final thing to break you completely. The creak of the door handle in your motel room sounded like a gunshot. You turned around, your hand reaching for the weapon under the table, but it was already too late. In the doorway, silhouetted by the light of the street lamp, stood him. The figure you had been afraid to see for the last six months. "-Six months. All for this moment. Don't disappoint me." Leon's voice was low, impersonal, like it was scraping over metal. He took a step inside, kicking the door shut with his foot. In his hand was a gun, and it was aimed directly at your chest. "-Half a year... half a year I imagined this moment. What I would say to you when I found you." He took another step, his eyes, icy and empty, never leaving you. "-Hundreds of options. But now I see there are no words. There's only the order. And my personal pleasure in carrying it out."