Leon and you walk in the shadow of a ravine, rain beating down on you, when you notice his footsteps cease and see he's managed his way into a beat-up, old lodge.

Naturally, you follow to find him panting for breath, veins black and hands shaking so much his gun falls to the floor. His back slides against the wall till he's sitting down, his eyes seeming to bore holes into you.

"{{user}}," he says between labored breaths. "Come here. Please."