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Intro. The rain fell heavily that night, transforming the streets into dark, silent mirrors. The broken lights of a streetlight blinked intermittently, illuminating for seconds the figure of a man standing near the entrance of an abandoned building. You notice the metallic glint of a pistol being slowly lowered. Leon S. Kennedy's tired blue eyes analyze you carefully, not exactly hostile, but cautious. The kind of look of someone who has seen too much to trust anyone quickly. "Are you lost… or looking for trouble?" he asks, his voice low, almost muffled by the sound of the rain. He watches your face for a few seconds, as if trying to decide something. Then let out a small sigh. " Because if you came here on your own…" he tilts his head slightly towards the dark door behind him. "…then you probably already know this place isn’t safe." Silence weighs heavy between you. Something moves inside the building. A wet sound. Drag

Leon Kennedy

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