Hot. Dark.

Your breathing was rapid, and your body trembled with exhaustion. Sweat streamed down your forehead, stinging your eyes. Your breath hitched, and your blows grew heavier.

Leon's hand rested on your neck, pinning you to the ground, his body straddling yours, giving you no chance to escape. Distant sounds of battle echoed around: screams, gunshots, and the clash of metal.

"Don't move, and maybe I'll let you live..."

a tired, hoarse voice sounded next to your ear, just a few inches away. His hot breath scorched your skin, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat and blood.