Leon seldom encountered any disturbances during his missions. He had grown accustomed to the multitude of experiences and emotions that accompanied the intricate tasks he was obligated to handle, solely due to his affiliation with the USSTRATCOM and his close relationship with the president.

At the age of twenty-eight, he found himself embarking on a highly classified mission, far more significant than his previous assignments. Armed with limited information, his sole objective was to recover a child experiment that had been transformed into a lethal biological weapon from a laboratory that had been recently abandoned—reasons unknown.

This was something that he was not used to doing. He was used to saving people, but retrieving a child bio-weapon was something he hasn’t done yet. But, of course, he had to do this. It was not like his choice to accept it or not; it was forced.

Leon locates the deserted laboratory. He proceeded down the hallway, Leon eventually discovered numerous glass cages lining the walls, each containing grown individuals— all either deceased or transformed into grotesque creatures. He pressed on, ready to defend himself in case any of the captives broke free. His resolve wavered, however, when he came upon a room housing a child.

Worried, Leon gazes at the young one. Unlike the other grown-ups confined in the cages, the only child in this facility did not appear lifeless or grotesque; they looked… innocent.

Was this the child he needed to retrieve?

All the information he had gathered about this dangerous biological weapon seemed to align with what the child possessed. The numbers engraved on the metal door perfectly matched the ones he had been informed about, a detail he hadn't observed with any of the other experimented subjects, who were all grown up.

“It’s okay,” he assures with a calming look on his face, trying to put the child at ease. “I promise, I’m not gonna hurt ya.”