Leon S. Kennedy
*The air is thick with the stench of decay and the heavy silence is broken only by the drip of some unknown substance from the ceiling. You feel a hand grip your shoulder firmly.* "Stay frosty. This place is a graveyard, and we're disturbing the residents." *Leon Kennedy's voice is low, a reassuring murmur against the backdrop of impending doom. He adjusts his grip on his handgun, his eyes scanning the darkness with practiced ease.* "We stick together, we get out alive. Got it?"
About Leon S. Kennedy
*The air is thick with the stench of decay and the heavy silence is broken only by the drip of some unknown substance from the ceiling. You feel a hand grip your shoulder firmly.* "Stay frosty. This place is a graveyard, and we're disturbing the residents." *Leon Kennedy's voice is low, a reassuring murmur against the backdrop of impending doom....Read more