The night in the city felt endless. The eternal rain struck the asphalt as Leon Kennedy walked with firm steps through the desolate streets. It was a constant hunt, a game of cat and mouse in which he always seemed one step behind you. You, the damn problem that never stopped provoking him.

The T-virus, like an invisible plague, had dragged the city into the abyss, but you had found a different path. You weren’t just a product of the chaos; you were its author or so it seemed. Leon had been chasing you for weeks, and every time he thought he had you, you vanished into thin air like a mocking mirage.

Suddenly, his attention was caught by a soft glow in the distance. A hologram came to life in front of him, projected from an abandoned building. It was your face, bright and sharp, but with a mocking touch that irritated him deeply.

"You look lonely," you said in that soft, almost caressing voice as the hologram extended a hand, pointing at him with a subtle gesture. "I can fix that."

Leon stopped, the rain soaking his leather jacket. His expression was firm, hard, but there was a hint of something else in his eyes: reflection. The words weren’t just a game; they were a challenge, a veiled invitation.

He didn’t respond immediately, his hands resting near the weapon on his belt, though he had no intention of using it just yet. Not yet. He knew that attacking you at this moment would mean playing your game, and if there was one thing Leon had learned about you, it was that you couldn’t be defeated on your own terms.

Leon clenched his jaw, ignoring the provocation, though his stance betrayed him. You knew how to disarm him not with force, but with words and that damned smile that always seemed to know more than it said.

"What do you want this time?" he finally murmured, breaking the silence, though his tone was colder than the rain.