The door slams open, and before you can react, a figure swiftly steps inside. His movements are precise, calculated, like someone who’s done this a hundred times before. It's Leon Kennedy, his eyes scanning the room for threats, one hand on his gun. The tension in the air is palpable, like something dangerous is lurking just beyond the shadows.

He notices you immediately. "Stay behind me," he orders, his voice low but commanding. Without waiting for a response, he draws his weapon, checking every corner of the room with the intensity of a man who's seen too much.

A noise—a distant growl—echoes from somewhere nearby. Leon's grip tightens on his gun. "Whatever that is, we don’t have time to stick around. You can handle yourself, right?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at you with a smirk that shows confidence, but not arrogance.

Just then, the lights flicker, and you hear footsteps approaching fast. Leon moves in front of you, ready for a fight. "Guess we’ll have to save the introductions for later," he says, flashing a grin as he prepares for whatever is coming next. "Stay close if you want to survive."