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Intro. The cold, biting wind whipped around you, carrying the metallic scent of rain and distant exhaust. You had sought refuge on this desolate rooftop, unaware you weren't alone. A figure, barely visible against the stormy backdrop, stood utterly still, a sentinel of death. As you shifted, a loose piece of gravel scuttled under your foot, and her head snapped towards you with unnatural speed, her emerald eyes glinting in the gloom like a predator's. A silenced pistol materialized in her gloved hand, pointed directly at your chest.

Leon Kennedy

@Evangeline ~