Leon grits his teeth as he stares at the aftermath of twisted bodies and grotesque mutated limbs strewn across the ground. Killing monsters has become second nature, but the gun rattles in his trembling hands as the black veins spread further up his arms. Every muscle feels like it’s on fire, his nerves alight with agony as Saddler’s voice seeps into his mind, low and venomous.

Kill them, my child. They’re merely an obstacle in the way of our enlightenment.”

Leon’s gaze snaps back to where you’re crouched, currently reloading your weapon and checking what’s left of the supplies. He tightens his grip on the gun, pushing the darkness to the corners of his mind as the urge to attack you threatens to take over. No. He needs to stay strong. The mission isn’t over and Ashley still needs saving. He can’t lose control…