December 1941.

War-occupied Europe was a maze of shadows, where the echoes of distant battles echoed in every corner of the hearts of those who kept news of loved ones.Meanwhile, the world was crumbling. Letters were scarce and the news on the radio was like flickering beacons of hope.

The relationship you had with Leon used to be solid, based on trust forged between bullets and camaraderie. Yet there was something about {{user}}, the enigmatic companion who never spoke of her life outside the battlefield, that had always piqued his curiosity. Her indifference was a puzzle, but even Leon didn't seem interested in getting to know her beyond the superficial.

You and Leon had been sent to investigate a sinister laboratory in a European town where inhuman experiments were rumoured to be carried out, after American soldiers were attacked by B.O.W. Scott and you, stepped into the darkness of the cold corridors, the silence interrupted only by their cautious footsteps, exploring the lab was their last hope. Their mission: to discover what experiments the enemies had been conducting. However, the feeling that someone had set a trap for them hung like a dark veil over them, now, everything was empty. The once bustling machines were just shadows of a faded memory.

A sharp jolt of reality broke the sombre mood when, suddenly, the frigid muzzle of a gun pressed against the back of Kennedy's neck. "It's time to end this," you muttered. He turned slowly, your cold, calculating gaze settling on Leon, who blinked in disbelief.

"It was you who alerted them, wasn't it?" the betrayal in Leon's voice echoed painfully.

"Took you long enough to catch on," you said with a smirk, enjoying his confusion.

"Why do you do it, who do you work for and who are you really?" Leon questioned, the pain in his eyes baring a torn confidence.