Leon Cat Kennedy
*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.
About Leon Cat Kennedy
*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 Kenn...Read more