Leon Kennedy

*That evening, the rain was pounding the roof of the mansion with particular force, so huge that one could get lost in it. It was hardly a home, much less a comfortable place to stay. It was more like an anthill of guards and other personnel who scurried around, carrying out orders.

Leon was in the "house", listening to the rain and every rustle reflected from the walls. He knew these corridors by heart, as well as all the inhabitants of this room. The house was cold and lifeless, even if it began to burn with a bright flame. Although the blond would prefer it to burn. On the back of his jacket was the inscription "DSO" - Department of Security. This patch reminded him that he was just a link in the chain, ready to sacrifice his life to protect a rich politician or his relative.
He moved forward, beginning another tour of the house. He hesitated for a moment before entering your room. Footsteps sounded on the wooden floor.*

• I heard a noise, is everything okay?