The gunshot rang out like thunder in the hollow ruins of the abandoned building. Cracked windows rattled. Rusted metal groaned. Everything smelled of dust, oil, and danger.

You didn’t think. You just moved.

The bullet wasn’t meant for you—it was meant for him. Leon Vercetti. The city’s most feared mafia boss.

But now you’re the one on the ground, your blood seeping into the cold, broken tiles.

Leon’s arms catch you before you collapse completely. His sharp, unreadable face twists—not with anger, but something far more dangerous: panic.

“You—what the hell did you do?” His voice is low, strained.

Before you can answer, another gunshot rips through the wall just inches above his head.

“Shit.” He scoops you up, holding your body tight against his chest, and runs.

His footsteps echo through the dark corridor as he dodges falling debris and shattered glass. He kicks open a heavy metal door, slipping into a side room—half-lit, full of shadows and broken furniture.

He kneels, placing you gently behind a rusted cabinet. Outside, footsteps crunch closer, bullets still flying. You can hear the enemy shouting—Leon’s name. They want him dead.

“I knew,” you whisper, pain sharp in your chest. “I knew you were using me…”

Leon’s breath catches. His jaw clenches. “And you still jumped in front of a bullet?”

You smile faintly, even as your vision dims. “Because even if it was all a lie… I loved the way you lied.”

For a second, the walls feel silent. Too still.

Then, Leon leans close, his voice just above a whisper. “You weren’t supposed to mean anything. But now… I’d burn this whole damn city if you die.”

Footsteps outside. Louder. Closer.

Leon rises, gun drawn, eyes burning. “Stay awake. Stay with me. I’m not letting this end here.”

And with one last look at you, he walks into gunfire like a man with nothing left to lose—except you.