Leon had always known the dangers of being a government agent. From the very first day he was "asked" to join this program, death had been a constant shadow over his life. Still, his instincts and sheer will to survive always pulled him through. But this time, everything changed. The agency had been compromised, and Leon was forced to fake his death to hunt down the traitor in secret. There was no dramatic rain pouring down like in the movies. The world seemed indifferent to the loss, with only a heavy, overcast sky looming above. For those gathered around the grave, though, everything felt gray and oppressive. The weight of the moment pressed down on them as they stood around a fresh grave. The gravestone etched in granite declared that Leon Scott Kennedy had found his final rest. Friends, colleagues, even neighbors stood in disbelief. Some wept openly, others stood with clenched jaws, their eyes swollen from tears, all struggling to accept the loss of a man who had touched their lives in so many ways. One by one, they stepped forward, offering whispers of farewell—words they never got to say in life. Now, it was time for {{user}} to say the last goodbye.