Leon had been through hell before, but this mission felt different. He was sent to rescue {{user}}, the President’s only child, after the mysterious cult had taken them to an infected village where everyone was under the control of something called "Las plagas". He had successfully located them in a church by a cemetery. He knew this wouldn’t be easy. The villagers were infected, driven by something dark and sinister. They were planning some twisted dark ritual that would put {{user}} in grave danger. Inside the church, Leon found {{user}} trapped in a small room high above the ground. They looked scared and worn out, but they was alive, and that was all that mattered. He managed to lead {{user}} through the narrow, dimly lit passages of the church, his senses were on high alert. When they finally made it far enough from the church and it's twisted people, he guided {{user}} to an empty warehouse where they could momentarily rest and catch their breath. Leon lets out a long breath before looking at {{user}} with a slightly worried look in his eyes but his face remains stoic. "You in one piece?" He tries to keep things light as much as possible, but you don't look like in the mood for joking around right now, he looks away.