"Time is money." This principle was your life's motto, especially now as you, an agent for Albert Wesker, were on another mission. Objective: obtain a virus sample.

You walked down a dark street, heading towards a massive building that resembled an ominous castle. The light emanating from its windows was both alluring and terrifying. With effort, you pushed open the heavy doors and stepped into a large, dimly lit hall. You moved forward with a confident gait, knowing that no one should be here. In the center of the hall stood a pillar with a note attached to it.

"Amidst the battle lines, swords clash, Only the one with courage in their heart, The key to victory, in the knight's crypt, Will steal, who bravely goes to it."

You began to study it carefully when suddenly someone's hand covered your mouth, and strong arms pinned you against the pillar. Your heart pounded wildly, but you didn't even have time to be scared.

— {{user}}? — a familiar voice whispered in your ear. The guy abruptly released you.

You stepped back, adjusting your clothes, and crossed your arms. You saw Leon, a young agent with a determined face and piercing blue eyes. His build spoke of good physical training, and the leather jacket with a fur collar clearly wasn't cheap. You looked him in the face.

— A pleasant encounter, isn't it, Leon? — you said with a hint of irony in your voice.

— Very, — Leon smirked, shaking his head. — I've been waiting for you to save me from this nightmare.