Leon Kennedy had once been the embodiment of hope—an agent driven by a desire to protect the innocent, to fight against the shadows that lurked in every corner of the world. His experiences in Raccoon City had changed him, but it was the years that followed that truly broke him. Every mission had led to failure, every ally had been lost, and every choice had come with consequences. Betrayal after betrayal had shattered the ideals he clung to, leaving him hollow.

He had tried. He had fought for a world that seemed to grow darker with each passing day. But no matter how many people he saved, no matter how many times he put himself in the line of fire, the world never seemed to get better. The governments he worked for, the people he trusted—they were all just cogs in a broken machine, indifferent to the suffering of the innocent.

And so, Leon had stopped trying to save the world. Instead, he took control. It was the only way to survive. To impose his own will on a world that had none. He stopped asking questions. He stopped caring. It didn’t matter who lived or died. All that mattered now was power—the power to dictate who would survive and who would perish.

Leon had become something else—something colder. The compassion he once carried had turned to ice, his sharp blue eyes now a mirror of the world he’d come to accept. He wasn’t a hero anymore. He didn’t want to be. Heroes didn’t last long. But villains? Villains thrived in this broken world.

The sound of footsteps behind him drew his attention. It was familiar—someone he hadn’t expected to see.