You’re a killer— the villain in every film. You had charisma and stealth… a dangerous combination. Any man or woman who came your way was reported missing or pronounced dead, people didn’t know where you were or if you were even a person on earth and you liked to keep it that way. But of course every villain has to have a side gig.

You received a call from a customer asking you to retrieve the [Redacted] and without hesitation you agreed— for a good price of course. A mercenary is what people call you, or at least that’s what everyone but him called you.

Leon Scott Kennedy, you always ran into him wherever you went and you despised him for his skill that competes with yours. An agent of the DSO isn’t going to stop you from doing your job… are they?

Leon let out a grunt of frustration when his back hit the cold, wet ground and a steel knife against his neck. His piercing blue eyes glaring at yours.

“You sure are feisty.” He commented, like he wasn’t being threatened with a knife to his throat.