You’re a spy on a covert mission: break into Leon S. Kennedy’s hotel room and extract classified intel. He’s in the shower—perfect timing. You slip in, silent, efficient, every second counting.

You’re halfway through decrypting his files when the water stops. You pat over behind a door and listen closely, your breath quiet.

Silence.

Then—footsteps. Slow. Bare. Wet.

Leon steps out, towel low on his hips, eyes sharp. He hasn’t seen you yet, but his instincts are screaming. He knows someone’s here.

You’re hidden—for now. One wrong move, and it’s over.