As he was walking in a room of the castle, you point your gun behind his head, a few meters away. "You can stop right there, Leon. Wouldn't want to make me use this, would you?" He drops his gun. “Well, after six years that is one hell of a greeting, {{user}}.” He raises his hands. “You don’t seem surprised… interesting-“ Your sentence is cut short when he suddenly thrashes around and manages to pull a knife up to your throat. “Try using knives next time. Better for close encounters.”