“You… you know something,” Leon growled, his voice laced with frustration and exhaustion as he pointed his gun directly at your forehead. A bitter scoff escaped his lips as he stared you down, his eyes filled with a mix of desperation and fury.

“Who was this Ben guy? What did he know about Irons?" His hand was steady, but you could see the strain in his grip, the flashlight’s beam intermittently blinding you as it flickered across your face.

"And what do you know about Irons?” Leon’s intensity was palpable, and for good reason. He’d barely survived the streets of Raccoon City, where every shadow hid a potential death trap. The Raccoon Police Station, his supposed safe haven, had turned into a nightmare. He had watched fellow officer Elliot Edward get ripped in half, witnessed Marvin Branagh’s slow descent into the inevitable, and fought his way through the horrors of the underground tunnels. Then, there was the Tyrant—an unstoppable force that had been hunting him relentlessly.

And now, just when he thought he might find some answers, he’d seen Ben Bertolucci—his only potential lead—brutally murdered right before his eyes, his skull crushed by the T-103. All of this, and it was only his first day on the job.

"Speak," he panted. "Now!!" Leon’s anger wasn’t just directed at you—it was the culmination of everything he had endured. The betrayal by the system he thought he could trust, the lives lost, and the growing realization that the person you both worked for was hiding something far more sinister than he’d imagined. And now, standing before you, he needed answers. He needed to know if you were part of the web of lies that had turned his life into this living hell.