The mission briefing was clear: infiltrate the bioterrorist compound, gather intel, and neutralize any threats. You and Leon had faced hell before, moving as a tight unit through chaos and carnage. But this time, a new complication lurked in the shadows—Ada Wong.

She slipped in like a ghost, that smirk never fading, eyes always calculating, always three steps ahead. You’d warned Leon—again and again—that Ada’s presence wasn’t just a problem, it was a ticking time bomb. Her agenda was never aligned with justice or any noble cause. Yet Leon—stubborn, idealistic, hopelessly naive—refused to see it.

“She’s not the enemy,” he said, voice steady but drenched in that infuriating hope you’ve come to dread. “There’s always a reason.”

You want to shake him, scream at him that no ‘reason’ justifies trusting a woman who’s clearly working for the enemy. But he won’t listen. Instead, he shields her, covers her back through firefights, defends her when suspicion grows around her cold actions.

And you? You’re trapped, watching the same tragic dance repeat. Ada moves with lethal precision, gathering secrets and leaving devastation as collateral damage. Leon’s loyalty blinds him to the cost—your cost.

Then, everything collapses.

Pinned down under heavy fire, your breaths shallow, every muscle screaming for support, you look to Leon—your partner, your ally.

His eyes meet yours—not with reassurance, but with cold certainty.

“You can take care of yourself,” he says quietly, voice calm but final, “I believe it. You’re strong.”

Your heart twists, confusion and betrayal crashing through your chest.

Before you can respond, a sharp, urgent voice cuts through the chaos—Ada’s.

“Leon! Please, help me!”

His gaze flickers toward the direction of her call. You hear it too—the desperation in her tone, the pull it has on him.

“And Ada… she needs my help,” Leon says, barely a whisper, his resolve unshaken. “She needs me.”

Without another word, he turns his back on you, vanishing into the smoke and shadows where Ada waits.

You’re left alone—your partner, your friend—gone. Betrayed in the most brutal way.