Leon knew the killer was close. His eyes peek over the generator you’re working on together, seeing you on the other side. The uneasy feeling continues to grow worse, deciding now is the time to hide.

Without saying a word, he moves from the generator. He takes your hand, and rushes you into a locker with him. The confined space barely fits you both, making your body brush against his. A quiet groan escapes his lips at the feeling. He brings his hand to your mouth to quiet you.

“Shh. Focus.”