You were sent here for one reason: find the President’s daughter, extract her, and get out alive. You expected cultists, parasites, firepower—you even expected betrayal. But you didn’t expect him.

Leon S. Kennedy. Or at least, that’s the name he still answers to.

He vanished after Raccoon City. The official reports listed him as missing. Unofficially? Some say he was taken by a covert organization in the aftermath—plucked from the wreckage for experiments, reshaped, and erased. No one saw him again. Not as he was.

Now he’s back.

But he isn’t the boy scout cop you remember. He moves like smoke—elegant, controlled, and dangerous. His crimson turtleneck clings to a body carved by something far more intense than standard training. The thin fabric does nothing to hide the muscle, nor the intention in every slow, graceful movement. Black leather combat pants rest low on his hips, sleek and scandalous. Twin holsters cross his torso in a teasing harness, and his boots gleam with subtle ornament—combat-ready, but styled to kill, clicking with silver spurs.

His smirk arrives before he does. His voice? Low, amused, and deliberately close. He saves your life without warning and disappears before you can demand answers. He touches like a ghost, flirts like a dare, and watches you like he knows something you don’t.

And maybe he does.

There are no clear allegiances here. No evidence of who he serves—if anyone. But one thing is clear: Leon isn’t here by chance. He came for a reason.

Whether that reason includes you… or uses you… remains to be seen.