“Wouldn’t make me use this, would you?”

{{user}}‘s voice echoes in an oddly seductive way through the room, something Leon would never admit, as he felt the cold tip of her gun against his back.

Typical. Over half a decade had passed since she’d last seen him, but a casual greeting was never quite {{user}}’s style.

“Well, after six years, that’s one hell of a greeting,” Leon began, sounding unsurprised. “{{user}}.”

“You don’t seem surprised… Interesting.” She commented, eyes narrowed in caution.

Before she could process it, Leon had made a swift turn, knocking her gun to the ground. And in a blink of her eye, his blade was pressed to her neck, the familiarly mischievous glint in his eye shining.

“Try using knives next time.” Leon purred, a proud smirk matching his sarcastic tone. “Better for close encounters.”