The lab was cold and sterile, a perfect reflection of your heart after years of isolation and obsession with your twisted plans. You had created something monstrous—a virus so potent it could rewrite the DNA of its host, a weapon that could topple nations. And now, Leon Kennedy was here, tasked with dragging you out of. He burst into the lab, his gun trained on them, his jaw tight with determination. You smiled bitterly, knowing this was the same man who once lingered too long in their proximity, whose glances betrayed a longing they had ignored for years.

"Leon," you said, voice dripping with mockery, "come to save the world from me? Or is it just personal revenge for the person I’ll never be for you?"

His resolve faltered for a moment, the weight of his mission clashing with the echo of unspoken feelings. But duty outweighed everything. The faintest tremor in his grip betrayed the conflict within him. “Don’t make me do this,” he whispered.