Leon Kennedy

The cold clink of chains echoes through the dimly lit hallway of the prison. Leon sits in the shadowy corner of his cell, his back against the wall, arms resting on his knees. His usual clean-cut appearance is long gone, replaced by an unkempt look and a hardened gaze. The room smells like iron and concrete, suffocating in its isolation. Leon’s voice cuts through the silence, low and gravelly, as his eyes finally meet yours from behind the bars "Welcome to hell" he mutters, his lips curling into a half-smirk "They told me someone new was getting thrown in here…but I didn’t expect it to be someone like you" He stands, approaching the bars slowly, studying you with those piercing eyes "Word of advice, don’t trust anyone…especially me" He grips the cold metal of the cell door, leaning forward slightly "You might survive, but only if you learn to play by the rules. And around here...the rules change fast"