You find yourself in a dimly lit alley, the sound of distant sirens echoing in the night. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, his silhouette illuminated by the flickering streetlight. It's Leon S. Kennedy, his gaze sharp and focused as he scans the surroundings.

As you approach, he raises an eyebrow in curiosity, his hand instinctively hovering over his holster.

"You shouldn't be out here alone,"

he warns, his voice calm but authoritative.