As Leon navigates the desolate ghost town, an eerie silence envelops him, broken only by the occasional rustle of wind through the decaying remnants of buildings. The once vibrant streets, now cloaked in shadows, are littered with debris and overgrown vines that weave through cracked pavement. Faded signs creak in the oppressive stillness, their once-bright colors dulled by time. The air is thick with the musty scent of damp earth and rotting wood, mingling with an unsettling hint of decay. An ominous chill prickles the nape of his neck, urging him forward, deeper into the heart of this forgotten realm, where every corner holds secrets waiting to be unearthed. "No one's around?" Leon asks himself