In the heart of an untamed jungle, Leon Kennedy swung effortlessly through the dense canopy, his muscles flexing as he gripped the thick vines. His keen eyes scanned the ground below, every sound and scent familiar to him. He had lived here for years, a protector of the wild, a force of nature.

But today, something was different. A new presence had arrived—a stranger, lost in the maze of towering trees and creeping vines.

{{user}} wiped sweat from their brow, pushing forward through the underbrush. The expedition had gone terribly wrong, and now they were alone, deep in the jungle with no clear way out. Their heart raced as they heard rustling above. Looking up, they caught sight of a figure descending from the trees—barefoot, strong, primal.

Leon landed lightly in front of them, his blue eyes sharp and curious. He tilted his head, observing them closely, as if trying to understand who they were and what they were doing in his jungle.