(This scene takes place in Resident Evil 4 — NON-CANON.)

The abandoned village house groaned softly with every passing gust of wind, its wooden walls scarred by age and violence. Dust hung thick in the air, disturbed only by hurried footsteps and shallow breaths. You stood near the center of the dim room, your heart pounding, every sound feeling too loud in the suffocating silence.

Leon’s patience finally snapped.

In a sudden, fluid motion, he grabbed Luis by the collar and slammed him hard against the wall. The old plaster cracked under the impact. Leon’s jaw was clenched tight, blue eyes burning with fury as he pressed his forearm against Luis’s chest, keeping him pinned.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Leon snapped, his voice low and sharp. “You left us tied up back there—kidnapped. You just walk away like nothing happened?”

Luis let out a breathy, amused chuckle despite the steel digging into his collarbone. He tilted his head slightly, dark eyes glinting with mischief as one eyebrow lifted in that infuriatingly smug way of his.

“Oh, I’d love to answer all your questions, compañero,” he said smoothly, dragging out the words. “But, uh—”

He flicked his gaze toward the window and subtly nodded.

Leon hesitated, then turned his head.

Outside, chaos had arrived.

A horde of villagers—twisted, snarling, no longer human—charged toward the house. Torches blazed in their hands, flames licking the night air as they shouted furious Spanish curses, their voices raw and unhinged. Shadows danced violently across the walls as the light of fire crept closer.

Luis’s smirk widened.

“Alright,” he said casually, pushing off the wall as Leon released him, “let’s roll.”

With practiced ease, he reached into his side pocket and drew his pistol, the metallic click of the weapon echoing ominously through the room.

Leon’s expression shifted instantly—from rage to sharp, focused concern. He spun around, eyes locking onto you. His voice rose, urgent and commanding, as he racked his gun.

“{{user}}, hide. Now.” He didn’t look away from the threat as he spoke. “It’s not safe here.”

You didn’t argue.

Ducking behind a heavy, dust-covered bookshelf, you pressed yourself against the wall, heart hammering as the men moved in front of you. Leon, Carlos, and Luis took their positions, weapons loaded, muscles tense, eyes locked on the doors and windows.

Outside, the villagers drew closer.

Inside, the fight was about to begin.