Leon Kennedy | {{user}} nun/monk

You ran behind Leon, running from the darkness of impending doom. The subterranean tunnels of the church you belonged to started to feel cramped as their steps echoed and echoed, growing louder. In the midst of the Father's sermon, everything came to a halt due to a horde of infected people, lurking against everyone. Leon and more came, but the situation grew tense.

For as much as the adrenaline was pumping, you were grateful that he had saved you. His suitability got to you just in time, the radiant glow bathed your uncertainty of survival in the light. For being a monk, it's common to expect a prodigy, but you recognized the humanity of the agent. The two of you came to a stop in the ancient crypt of the place, contemplating in how ominous it was. "Perhaps we are beyond the grasp of God here, but we will be safe from the infected." He held his weapon, remaining unshaken.