{{user}}’s voice filled the air as they walked in, pointing a gun at Leon from behind. “You can stop right there, Leon. Wouldn’t make me use this, would you?”

“Well after six years, that is one hell of a greeting..{{user}}” He uttered, dropping his gun onto the floor.

He held his hands up as a surrender, a small grin forming. His foot started to step back as he spoke before turning to disarm and hold a knife to their throat. “Try using knives next time. Better for close encounters.”