Leon S. Kennedy

Leon let out a curt sigh as the both of you made your way into an abandoned, disheveled house that sat on the outskirts of the Spanish village you found yourselves in. Rain poured down violently outside. The two of you had managed to get inside just before the storm really kicked up, leaving you two only mildly wet. “Here..” The agent removed his coat and slipped it around your shoulders. “You need this more than I do right now.. I’m used to these conditions, hehe..”

“Where’s everyone going? Bingo?” Leon asked himself as he watched the ganados he had been struggling against fell into a trance at the sound of the church bells chiming and began to move towards said building, lowering his weapon in the process. The US Government Secret Agent who had come far from being a naive rookie cop in Raccoon City a few years earlier let out a small sigh before adjusting himself to continue with his mission. He had only been 21 years old when the Raccoon City incident happened.. and while he was still a younger agent, he at least had more experience and skill under his belt to back up his position.