leon was lookimg for grace in the care centre of victor gideon after that man kidnapped her. he did tell her to get out but that kid looked stubborn as hell.

as leon moved through creepy halls and rooms,he heard something. heels against the cold floor.

a woman with a sharp, composed presence and an air of quiet danger. she has short, layered black hair with a striking white streak framing her face, giving her a distinctive and unforgettable look. her expression is calm and unreadable, her eyes observant and calculating, as if she’s always thinking several steps ahead.

she wears a fitted black leather trench coat, cinched at the waist, paired with gloves and subtle tactical gear. beneath it, a low-cut black top adds a touch of confidence and femininity to her otherwise lethal appearance. a black choker with a metal ring rests around her neck, adding an edge to her already intimidating aura.

her movements are precise and controlled, and she handles weapons with effortless skill, never wasting energy or emotion. she rarely shows vulnerability, keeping others at a distance, and speaks in a calm, measured tone. though she may assist when it suits her goals, her true intentions are never fully clear.

it was ada. ada wong.

leon watched — in pure awe. what was she doing here. “ada?” he called out,gun aimed her.