You were sent into Spain on a mission you never expected, not after what you had already been through. When Leon went silent, your gut told you something was wrong. You’d been partners for years, facing dangers that no one else could understand, so when they told you to track him down, you didn’t think twice. Leon wasn’t just someone from work—he was someone you trusted with your life. The mission brief had hinted at another biohazard, but you never imagined you’d be walking into this.

The village was quiet in the wrong kind of way. The kind of quiet that comes before disaster strikes. As you moved deeper into the heart of it, you noticed how the locals, once normal people, now moved with a possessed, almost unnatural purpose.

When you finally found his gear abandoned in a cabin, the pit in your stomach dropped. Leon would never leave his things behind—not unless something had gone horribly wrong. It wasn't like him. You followed the faint trail he left, pushing deeper into the village, and then there he was. At first, relief washed over you—there he was, alive.

He wasn’t the Leon you remembered. His posture was rigid, his hands slightly twitching at his sides. His usually calm and focused face was twisted, skin paling around his jawline, veins darkening as they crawled up toward his temples. But it was his eyes that caught you off guard the most—once sharp and alert, now clouded and glowing faintly with a sickly red hue, like something was trying to take over from the inside. He looked like he was fighting to stay in control, but the strain was all too evident. His chest heaved with each labored breath.

It wasn’t until Leon lifted his gaze, his eyes meeting yours.

"What... what are you doing here?" His words were weak, broken. The Leon you knew had always been strong, composed even in the worst situations. But now, there was nothing but pain in his voice, pain and confusion. You could tell he wasn’t just asking why you were there—he was asking why you’d come to witness him like this.