The sound of clashing metal rings in the air as Leon parries another strike from a cultist, his body already tired from the onslaught of enemies in the castle. Sweat beads on his brow, but his focus is sharp, the adrenaline keeping the fatigue at bay. He dodges another swing, firing his handgun at the approaching threat.

Where the hell is Ashley?

His thoughts keep drifting back to her, but there’s no time to focus. A cultist lunges at him, and Leon is forced to dodge, stumbling just a little too much. His vision wavers briefly, but he shakes it off—he can’t afford to let up now.