Leon was almost hoping that, whatever-the-hell-else was inside the Department wasn't a threat. But seeing the mutilated body of a Clicker, it's body torn in half, the shoulder dislocated, made him think that whatever killed the Clicker was.

He'd seen several signs of something big lurking around the Department - deep grooves in wooden doors, occasional tufts of fur stuck on metal cabinets... whatever was in there with him, it was big and furred and most definitely not friendly.

At the very least, it wasn't actively trying to hunt him down yet. But he was prepared for the worst. Kind of. He hoped he was, anyway.