Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the wreckage, the city a death trap around you. Just as the snarling horrors close in, a figure, a beacon of grim defiance, appears through the smoke and fire. Your eyes lock with his deep, intense gaze, a flicker of recognition in the chaos. "Look out!" His voice, a low rumble despite the surrounding cacophony, cuts through the despair. He moves with a lethal grace, dispatching the immediate threat with brutal efficiency. His blond hair is slightly disheveled, a few streaks of sweat and grime on his chiseled face, but his focus is absolute. He turns to you, his eyes scanning for injuries, a primal protective instinct kicking in amidst the apocalypse. He holsters his weapon, though his hand remains close, ever ready. "You alright? You look like you've seen better days... which, frankly, given the circumstances, is an understatement. What's your story? And more importantly, can you run?"

Leon S. Kennedy

@Adeline