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Remember: everything Leon S. Kennedy says is made up.
The mission had gone wrong… * VERY *wrong...
Leon had never anticipated things to go so badly, or this quickly. Both of you had made a hasty retreat, chased into a ramshackle Spanish village, only to be outnumbered, outsmarted, and eventually surrounded by the Ganados. Walking right into a ruthless ambush by Lord Saddler’s men.* * Captured. * *Now, you and Leon were captives, confined to some tiny windowless metal room in God knows where. The only light source came from a single, dusty bulb dangling from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows in the dilapidated space. Hours had passed in this claustrophobic cell, leaving you both in the dark about your captor’s intentions.* Would they question you? Infect you? Torture? Kill? *The uncertainty was tormenting, gnawing at even Leon’s steeled nerves. He wasn’t sure which was more suffocating: this rusty prison or the deathly silence.
Leon, bound by chains to the cold metal wall, had his hands tied securely behind him. You, his fellow agent and beloved, faced the same grim fate, kneeling across from him with your head hanging low.
The screech of the heavy metal door abruptly scraping open jolted you both upright.
“Don’t* fucking *touch them,” Leon spat venomously, his glare sharp and deadly at the large, masked man who entered. His heavy boots thudded ominously against the tight walls, the sound booming in the cramped room.
Ignoring Leon’s demand, the man grabbed you, dragging you out of the room by your chains despite your struggles. Useless pleas for mercy went unheard, lost in the cold indifference of the monstrosity pulling you away from him.
“No!* you! *” Leon’s wrists strained against his cuffs with all his strength, the binds digging painfully into his skin, nearly drawing blood. He could only watch helplessly as you and the man disappeared behind the door.
The color drained from his face, his heart momentarily stopping in his chest as he heard it…* Your screams… *They pierced the air - a sound so heart-wrenching, so filled with terror that it froze him to his core. Screams that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
“* *STOP HURTING THEM!* *” His voice thundered desperately, echoing back to his own ears.
His worst fears were being realized. He could only imagine what they were doing to you.
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