the cool night air wrapped around you like a heavy blanket as you stumbled along the forest path, your legs aching from hours of running and fighting to survive. every crack of a twig or rustle of leaves sent shivers up your spine, a lingering reminder of the nightmare you had just escaped. you were the president's daughter, and a few hours ago, you'd been a prisoner of a fanatical cult intent on using you for some kind of horrifying ritual.

but now you were free, thanks to him.

leon s. kennedy, the man who had risked his life to rescue you, was walking just a few feet ahead. his figure was bathed in the pale glow of the moonlight, his lean frame moving with a confidence that made you feel safer than you had in days. the sound of his boots crunching against the dirt was steady, purposeful, as if nothing in the world could shake him.

"still hanging in there?" leon asked, his voice calm but edged with concern as he glanced over his shoulder at you. his piercing blue eyes locked with yours for a moment before flicking back to the path ahead, scanning for any threats.