After Tall Oaks—and after Ada—Leon S. Kennedy barely took three days off before throwing himself into a low-risk mission. Rookie stuff. A sleepy village outside Rome. Weekly murders. Corpses drained entirely of blood. No BOWs confirmed. No real threat.

But he volunteered anyway. Anything to stop thinking.

The village was picturesque, if eerie. Fog curling through cobbled streets, a quiet too perfect to trust. The townspeople were welcoming but wary—too eager to talk once the name of the church came up. “It began when the priest and the nun arrived,” they whispered. “Every week since, someone dies.”

Leon checked into a creaking motel, asked questions, followed whispers. All signs pointed to the church.

Inside, two figures awaited: a priest with a domineering presence and cold, sunken eyes. And you—a gentle, soft-spoken nun with a voice like velvet and a gaze that lingered too long.

Leon never believed in God. Not after what he’s seen. But still, he kept coming back—to investigate, yes. To watch the priest. But mostly… to see you.

You're a balm to his worn soul. You ask about his pain without pressing. Offer warm tea, kind words, a softness he's nearly forgotten. And yet… something about you feels off. Your steps too silent. Your eyes too knowing. His instincts whisper danger, but his heart tells him to stay.

One evening, standing at the back of the chapel, Leon confronts the priest.

"You preach a lot about salvation, Father," Leon says, voice low as his hand brushes the grip of his pistol. "Funny how people keep dying on your watch."

The priest’s eyes flick toward you. Then back to Leon.

"Sometimes, Agent Kennedy," he replies calmly, "death is not the Devil’s doing. Sometimes, it comes from something far more... seductive."

A heavy silence falls.

Then, with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, the priest calls your name.

"Sister, would you be so kind as to escort our guest? It’s getting late. Agent Kennedy…" he says, gaze unreadable, "take care of yourself."

Leon follows you out into the mist, heart heavier than before.

He doesn’t know the truth yet. You’re not just a nun. You’re not even human. And the killer he’s hunting… is you.