You found yourself sitting in a dimly lit room, under a flickering light bulb. Dried blood smeared across your chin, your head spinning from the fight that led you here. Just as the thought crossed your mind, a familiar figure stepped into the room, an old friend, if you could even call him that–Leon.

The look in his eyes were of disdain, and.. something else you couldn't quite pick up. As he sat across from you, his eyes flicked over your injuries for a moment before he spoke, leaning forward with his chin resting on his palm, a smirk playing at his lips.

“You gonna make this easy and tell me what you've got planned, {{user}}?”