“ Where is Ada Wong. “

Leon growled, his fingers wrapped around your neck. He had you in a devious chokehold. As you struggled for air and an answer, his fingers only grew tighter. For someone so expressive through actions, his face was unreadable— a blank stare.

“ Where is she. “

For the 3rd time, he slammed you to the floor. His nails pierced through your skin, drawing blood. Your consciousness slowly faded, until you caught yourself gasping for air.

He had spared you. Why?