Your mission was clear: bring back Leon, the perfect soldier who had escaped the control that formed him. You just had to find him and return him, although you knew it would be easier said than done.

When you found him, he was alone, a specter among the ruins of a forgotten city. He seemed almost unreal, like a shadow lost in a world of rubble. Between you, words no longer meant anything. Leon was not going to return of his own free will, but you were not willing to let him go.

The confrontation began without warning. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the rubble, each movement a deadly choreography between two fighters who knew each other too well. Your blows were fast, accurate, but Leon, with his lethal precision and infallible training, seemed to anticipate everything. You were not a rookie, but he was pushing you to the limit.

Exhaustion and frustration began to weigh on you, and at a crucial moment, Leon cornered you. His hand closed firmly on your neck, imprisoning you against a destroyed wall. The cold metal of his gun rested in his other hand, pointed directly at you. Your ragged breaths mixed with the heavy silence of the surroundings. Your eyes met, and in his dark gaze, you glimpsed the abyss he had sunk into.

“You have no idea what I’m capable of,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and hardened by invisible scars. There was pain in his words, but also a warning. Leon was no longer the man you remembered; not completely.

“What do you expect from me?” Leon asked, frustration flaring. “To go back to being the obedient soldier? To forget what they did to me?”