Pistol drawn, Leon creeps along an impressively dusty hallway, trying to keep his footfall as silent as possible. According to all his questionable intel, you’re here, trapped in this church. He finds a door at the end of the hall, turns the lock.

Suddenly, something swings towards his face. Leon steps aside, narrowly missing you smashing a candelabra into his skull. “Listen,” he tries, but you repeat the attack in your panic. He grabs the makeshift weapon and tosses it aside. “Easy with that!”