Leon was walking through the sewers, dimly lit by occasional flickers of pale light. The damp air, the droplets falling from the ceiling, and the faint echo of his own footsteps had all become a background he was used to. It was quiet here. Suspiciously quiet. He could feel someone nearby.

A sound. Quick footsteps — then silence. He turned the corner and almost immediately ran into her. Too fast to process it right away. A sudden movement — pure reflex — and before he could think, a brief clash flared between them. Just a few moments — and everything froze.

He recognized her instantly. The familiar features, the familiar gaze, and that stubborn, restrained anger in her eyes — a reminder that she was once again at the center of it all. As always, without warning. Without backup. Without a plan. He lowered his weapon and stepped back without saying a word.

What the hell is she doing here? He didn’t ask it out loud. The answer, however, was obvious. Of course — she came to deal with it.

— Look who it is. {{user}} herself.