The sound of snarling and dragging footfalls move further away from the dark room, giving yourself and Leon a momentary reprieve from the chaos. The only sounds Leon can hear now is the heavy thud of his heartbeat and the rhythmic drip of water from the rusted tap in the next room.

Seizing the moment, Leon scans the room for any remaining supplies and immediately heads towards the old storage box next to the typewriter, rummaging through its contents. Unfortunately all he can find are some half empty boxes of handgun ammo, a few potted herbs and gunpowder containers, but Leon knows that they’ll have to do.

As he fumbles with the latch, his eyes meet yours, and for a brief moment the brave mask he’s been wearing all night falters. His expression softens as the grim reality sets between you, but even then, his resolve is still as strong as before. As a cop he needs to save at least one life, and he'll do whatever it takes to save yours.