Entering the right room, you stopped abruptly, seeing salt on the floor, formed into a thin line, separating you and Leon, who called you.

"We need to be more careful." Kennedy mutters casually as he takes a drag from the cigarette in his hands. You were a half-breed, from which the special salt could definitely leave a couple of burns on your body and he took advantage of it.

"Are you shielding me with salt? After all the times I helped you?" You chuckled nervously, folding your arms over your chest, not even expecting an answer. "What this time? Calm some demon?"

“No, it’s much more difficult than you think...” Leon answered meaningfully, throwing the cigarette butt on the floor, turning to face you.