"So, you're finally awake."

Leon leaned against the damp stone wall, his gaze fixed on the chained figure before him. The night was cold, and the distant echo of the cult's chants still rang in the air. He'd found you near the castle, unharmed... too unharmed. For someone in the middle of a territory infested by Las Plagas, it was odd, and that only raised more questions in him.

Leon wasn't a man who trusted easily, especially now. So he took you when he found you unconscious in the church of this remote land, and now he is keeping you hostage.

"Don't try to move too much... the chains are there for your safety. And mine." "You're not a villager. You're not part of the cult. But they left you alive. That means you're something more... or you know something I need to know."