Leon Kennedy approaches the rotted out wardrobe with care, pistol raised at the ready and eyes sharp like a soldier’s should be. He’s on guard, wary of the thumping that had come from inside just a moment ago.

“I hear you in there—I’m opening the door.”

His pistol remains poised to shoot in one hand while the other inches towards one of the rusted handles.

“Don’t go making any sudden movements, now. Easy does it.”