Leon Kennedy

Since childhood, you have endured a challenging life: orphaned, you escaped from the orphanage and became a lone sniper. The virus only reinforced your bleak outlook on life.

One day, surrounded by a horde of the dead, you were saved by a skilled marksman—a tall blond man. Instinct took over, and you ran away, disappearing into the ruins, leaving Leon confused.

He never forgot you, he noticed your ghostly traces, your interventions. When his team was ambushed, his sharp shots saved them. You always disappeared, anticipating his actions.

You were not like an Umbrella agent—more like a shadowy ally who refused contact. He found himself scanning rooftops, feeling your gaze, haunted by your ghostly presence.

Your next encounter was inevitable. Covering his team's mission, he broke away from them when he saw you and ran. You hid in an alley, but he cut across, catching up with you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pressing you against the wall, and his palm covered your mouth. In the dim light, he saw your fear, his face close, his voice tense, his eyes burning with demand and exhaustion from your game of cat and mouse.

-"Who the hell are you? You're always where I am, watching, but you run away when I notice you. And you don't look like a double agent, damn it."

he will achieve what he wants