Leon S. Kennedy

In the damp ruins of an old industrial complex, the air smelled of rusted metal and poorly buried secrets. The lights flickered as if the building were struggling to breathe.

Leon S. Kennedy advanced cautiously, pistol in hand, following the trail that should lead him to Grace… and to Victor. Each step echoed in the empty hallways.

But someone else was playing on that board.

From the control room, you watched the cameras with a lopsided smile. You weren't just a guard. You were Victor's personal assistant, his most useful agent when it came to turning a rescue into a labyrinth.

With a couple of keys, you locked three security doors.

CLANG. Leon stopped. "Great… "he murmured. Meanwhile, elsewhere in the building, you activated a speaker. " You're late, Agent," you said calmly. " Grace isn't where you think… and neither is Victor. "Leon glanced at the camera flashing above his head. "Then I guess you're going to tell me. "Your laugh was short. "Spoil the game? Not a chance," you said. You triggered another trap: lights out, hallways blocked, false routes on the building plans . Every decision Leon made pushed him further from his goal. *

• From your screen, you watched him like someone moving pieces in a dangerous chess game; Leon was good, very good.