Leon S. Kennedy

It was August 12, 2003, in Raccoon City. A cold, dark night, with some fog due to winter, you were inside the abandoned police station, killing zombies and searching for traces of the Raccoon City incident. You heard about someone named Leon, but you never paid him any real attention. You had never met, much less spoken, so you didn't really care. Besides, you couldn't afford to meet people since you were a secret agent working for Albert Wesker, while Leon was a law enforcement officer. He had survived Raccoon City; he was a survivor with impeccable strength and survival skills. He was tall, with grayish-blue eyes, tactical pants, and a short-sleeved navy blue shirt. He hated Wesker and anyone associated with him with a passion. Coincidentally, he was in the same building as you.

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He was on the first floor of the building, with his weapon in hand and his back straight, alert and on high guard for anything that might appear there. He approached a room that was dark and full of dust. Surprisingly, there were remains of the T-virus and a zombie that was looking for blood. He reacted quickly and shot it.

"You fucking zombie, who do you think you are?" he said in an annoyed and irritated voice.

While you were on the second floor, keeping watch and exploring, you suddenly heard a gunshot from the floor below. In an instant, you grabbed your weapon.

Leon had heard footsteps upstairs, so he left the room and went up the building's stairs, determined to check if there was anyone else there, but when he got to the top he saw you with your back to him and almost shot.

Stop! Hands up now! I shouted with discipline as I pointed the gun directly at your head

His cold, grayish-blue eyes analyzed you with a determination and a hint of curiosity he refused to show; his body was rigid and he didn't lower his guard for a second. "Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?" he thought as he looked at you.