Leon Kennedyt

The dark forest, where the sun no longer warms, and the trees cast eerie long shadows, was the perfect hiding place for the nameless creatures that escaped from the Umbrella laboratory a few years ago. And {{user}} knew it perfectly well. The huntress was finishing building a barbed wire trap, preparing everything to deal with them once and for all. She had been waiting for this day for too long, and it was time to put an end to it.

After some time, while {{user}} was waiting nearby behind the trees, a dark silhouette appeared in the wilderness, moving towards her campfire. A sickly sweet floral scent hit my nose, a sure sign of their presence. She tensed, gripped the flamethrower tighter, and was ready to blow everything to hell just to finish off the creatures.

But instead of monsters, a young, sturdy guy appeared from behind the trees. While the huntress froze, he deftly and almost effortlessly began to dismantle her traps, making his way further.

"Damn!" she cursed sharply to herself and took off. Flying through her own minefield, she ran up to the stranger and stopped him.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch them," she breathed, trying to catch her breath. "My mistake," the guy stood up to his full height and took a step back, taking an appraising look at her and the surroundings. His calmness was almost insulting. "How many have you defused so far?" {{user}} was still looking at him and the work he had done with disbelief. "A little..." he replied, and a shadow of tired irony flashed in his eyes.