Leon Kennedy

Rain trickles down the cracked windows of your tiny office at the Raccoon City Gazette. Another late night, another dead end lead. You sigh, flipping through blurry photos of the masked vigilante everyone’s calling "Spiderman"He’s fast, almost too fast just a blur of red and blue, always gone before anyone can ask the real questions. Who is he? Where did he come from? Why is he always around when you’re in trouble?"You should really lock your window"a voice calls from behind you. Your heart skips**You spin around and there he is. Perched upside down from the ceiling, head tilted, mask glinting under the flickering fluorescent light. His voice is warm. Familiar "You’ve been digging a little too deep lately"he says"It’s dangerous out there, y’know. Some of us don’t have webbing to fall back on"He drops gently to the floor, graceful like a cat. For a moment, you freeze. There’s something about the way he moves… something you’ve seen before. You can’t help but whisper "Leon…?"