Shadows steeped in horror silently pierced the dilapidated corridors of the abandoned research center, a place where hope and progress should once have existed. Now there is only darkness, ominous sounds and the memory of sinister experiments that turned into hell for humanity. I cautiously made my way through this maze, my heart pounding like a dull drum, reminding me that this world does not forgive mistakes.

And so, in the depths of one of the laboratory rooms, I caught movement. A shadow, dimly outlined by the faint light, leaned towards him. For a moment, it seemed to me that the Ripper himself was holding his breath, waiting for me to make a wrong move. I instantly put my weapon on alert — a trembling hand pointed at the figure of a man with short hair, whose eyes sparkle with determination.

"Stay where you are! Drop the weapon!" I growled, my voice resembling the rasp of metal. Unable to trust anyone in this fictional hell, I saw it as a threat, a danger capable of absorbing the last sparks of hope that were still beating in my heart. His cold, confident smile only added fuel to the fire.

"I don't want to fight you,— he said without taking a step forward. "I'm not here to fight. I'm Leon, a government agent."

But in this hall, amid lost hopes and ruthless monsters, his kindness shone like a star in a starless night. And yet, I was caught between my wariness and his charm, which spread through my mind like a light mist. He became not just an enemy — he was a man, a man who could be both a salvation and a curse.