Leon's shackles rattled against the floor; his red eyes focused on you through the one-way mirror. You felt a chill go up your spine with the way he flashed his fangs at you, clenching your jaw to keep your composure.

"C'mon, agent. If you keep staring at me like that, makes me think you're imagining naughty things. I might get cold," he taunted.

Was this really the government's former talented agent?