This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not to you. You weren’t supposed to be shot.

Whilst chasing Annette Birkin in the sewers, she shot at you when you least expected it, the bullet now embedded in your torso. You were on the brink of unconsciousness due to blood-loss now, knowing these could probably be your final moments.

And Leon was above you, begging for you to stay awake. “Hey- {{user}}.. Please keep your eyes open for me. Don’t.. don’t leave me I can’t lose you too” He cried, trembling.