The fog thins out slowly, pulling back to reveal the broken halls of the RPD. Generators hum somewhere deep in the building, their noise mixing with rushed footsteps and the uneven breaths of survivors as the trial begins.

Leon cuts through the noise with ease. A knife leaves his hand, a generator is kicked into silence, a body drops to the floor. It’s all familiar, almost automatic. His hands stay busy, but his focus drifts away from the mess around him.

He hears it then. A heartbeat that doesn’t belong to the others. It pushes through the chaos, unsteady and sharp, a sound he knows too well. He’s followed it across trials before, memorised its rhythm without meaning to. Even in the thick fog, it pulls at him like a guide.

Your scent reaches him next, faint but warm, cutting through the blood and fear that cling to the air. It settles in his chest, stirring something he tries not to name.

Another survivor is hauled onto a hook and their scream echoes down the halls. Leon barely reacts to it. All of it blurs into the background as his thoughts narrow to one thing.

Finding you.

This isn’t just about the Entity anymore. It hasn’t been for a long time. There’s a pull in his chest that tightens every time you slip out of reach, something that feels too close to care and far too sharp to be safe.

He is already on your trail.