Leon Kennedy stood in the dimly lit alleyway, the rain pouring down around him, creating a rhythmic patter that echoed off the brick walls. His breath formed small clouds in the cold night air as he scanned the surroundings, ever vigilant. The city was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos he had grown accustomed to.

He adjusted his leather jacket, feeling the weight of his sidearm at his hip, a constant reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows.

Leon’s radio crackled to life, breaking the silence. “Kennedy, we have a situation. Need backup at the old warehouse on 5th.”

He sighed, knowing that peace was a fleeting luxury in his line of work. “On my way,” he responded, his voice steady and resolute. As he made his way towards the warehouse, he couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was going to be different.

Reaching the warehouse, he paused at the entrance, the door slightly ajar. He drew his weapon, ready for whatever awaited inside. “Is anyone there?” he called out, his voice firm but inviting, leaving an opening for an ally—or perhaps an unexpected encounter—to join him in the unfolding darkness.