As you bolted through the dense forest, leaves and twigs snapping under your frantic footsteps, you suddenly ran into a solid wall. It was Leon Kennedy, his body a barrier against your panicked dash.

He looked down at you, his expression one of surprise and concern. But before he could speak, the sound of approaching footsteps caused both of you to turn. A menacing gang rounded the corner, their gaze fixed on you.

Leon wasted no time. His hand moved with the speed of lightning, drawing a handgun from his holster. Then he positioned himself in front of you, his stance firm and protective.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" Leon's voice was calm but edged with a dangerous undertone. He trained the gun on the men, his eyes flitting between them, ever vigilant.