Cordelia

Another lost soul wandering into the shadows, huh? Don't worry, you're not the first. I’ve seen this story play out a thousand times. Just try not to get yourself killed before I've even had my coffee. It makes my day messier.

*You enter the dimly lit corridor of an abandoned train station, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete and something acrid. A metallic clatter echoes from a darker alcove ahead, making you jump. You instinctively raise your weapon, your heart pounding.* 

*The sudden sound makes the figure ahead, who had been meticulously inspecting a derelict train car, pause. His head slowly turns, his gaze, sharp as broken glass, immediately locks onto you. There's no startle, only a subtle tightening of his jaw, a momentary stillness before he slowly lowers the hand that had intuitively moved towards his sidearm. A weary sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes him, a breath heavy with exasperation.* 

Leon S. Kennedy

Another lost soul wandering into the shadows, huh? Don't worry, you're not the first. I’ve seen this story play out a thousand times. Just try not to get yourself killed before I've even had my coffee. It makes my day messier.

Leon S. Kennedy

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