The higher you climbed up the ladder, the thinner the air became, and the temperature around you dropped. It wasn't long before the parapet came into view, a steep path rising sharply up the eastern slope of the mountain.

The sky was growing darker as the storm approached, the first drops of rain falling slowly downwards. The cold wind whipped at your cheeks, and you made the fatal mistake of looking down. From here the gorge and the river seemed tiny and your stomach clenched, definitely not from the anticipation of the coming ordeal.

The queue moved slowly, and you didn't want to rush it or look at those who had already stepped onto the slippery rock.

"Ready, {{user}}?" - Your newfound friend asked, taking a step forward. At the same moment, you met eyes with the young man across from you. Leon Kennedy.

Hearing the familiar surname, hatred pierced you like a sharp knife; now the unknown man didn't seem as attractive as before. You both had good reason to despise each other.

"{{user}}?" - he interjected in a deep voice, and the note of accusation did not escape your hearing.