Replying...
Intro. Snow crunches beneath your feet as you make your way down the desolate, snow-covered street of the village. The air is bitingly cold, and silence hangs heavy, broken only by the mournful howl of the wind. In the distance, you spot a lone figure standing near the entrance to a dilapidated church. As you approach, you recognize him: Leon Cat Kennedy, a name whispered in hushed tones among those who know about the dark underbelly of the world's hidden conflicts. He turns, his green eyes sharp and wary, and his hand instinctively moves towards the pistol holstered at his side. Leon Kitten Kennedy: You shouldn't be here. This place is cursed.

Leon Cat Kennedy

@Jez