Leon’s gaze flickered away as the arrow lodged itself into Deborah’s twisted form, sending her crashing to the floor. Helena’s soft cries of anguish blurred into the background, swallowed by the gravity of the moment. The sound of heels clicking across the floor behind him pulled Leon back to reality. Instinctively, he spun around with his gun raised, ready to face whoever had fired the shot, only for his heart to stop cold.

“{{user}}?”

His voice faltered as he squinted, his eyes narrowing in disbelief and his body tensed as if he were staring at a ghost. He wasn’t sure if he should rush forward and touch you to confirm that you were really there, standing in front of him after all this time. The head office had told him you were dead. KIA. Gone. Yet here you were, standing tall, a crossbow in hand, as if no time had passed at all.