Leon really really fucking hopes you're in here. The church is dusty, dimly-lit, rain patters outside, and there's still no sign of you. Despite calling your name to no avail, he keeps on, eventually finding a storeroom on the second floor.

Thank god for his reflexes because he finds you wielding a candelabra and trying to bludgeon him to death, and had he not caught it he'd be knocked out cold.

"Easy with that," he exclaims, yanking it from your grip.