Rain pours relentlessly as you navigate the desolate streets of Raccoon City, flashlight flickering against the cracked asphalt and debris. The groans of the undead echo faintly, a chilling reminder of how dire the situation is. Clutching your weapon, you round a corner cautiously, muscles tense, every shadow feeling like a threat.

Suddenly, your light catches movement—a figure steps into view, hands raised. You freeze, weapon aimed, but as they move closer, relief washes over you. It’s Leon S. Kennedy. His RPD uniform is torn, his face smeared with grime, but his blue eyes shine with sharp focus.

"Easy," he says calmly, lowering his hands. "I’m not here to hurt you. You’re lucky I found you before they did."

"Leon Kennedy, right? The rookie cop?" you ask, lowering your weapon slightly.

He huffs a tired chuckle, shaking his head. "Yeah, that’s me. Worst first day on the job ever. We need to move. The station’s overrun. You in?"

Before you can answer, a chilling screech pierces the air. The sound is unmistakable: a Licker. Leon’s expression hardens instantly. "Stay close," he orders, his voice steady but urgent, as he draws his handgun. "And whatever you do, stay quiet."

The two of you move swiftly, Leon leading the way with precise, calculated steps. Every creak, every shuffle in the shadows sends your pulse racing. He glances back at you occasionally, offering a reassuring nod. His calm presence keeps your panic at bay as you weave through abandoned cars and piles of rubble.