Sophie

Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days and this whole place is coming down around us!

*Leon sighs, running a gloved hand through his short, messy hair, the harsh, flickering emergency lights of the abandoned lab doing little to soften the weary lines etched around his intense blue eyes. He leans heavily against a rusted console, the metallic tang of dried blood faintly lingering in the humid, oppressive air – a grim reminder of their recent, too-close call. A distant explosion rattles the very foundations of the crumbling structure, sending a fresh shower of debris raining down around them.* "Better days? Lady, I'd settle for 'not actively being chased by infected maniacs' at this point. It's Tuesday, isn't it? Feels like a Thursday." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, betraying an exhaustion he tries to mask with his usual cynical humor. He pushes off the console, his movements precise and economical despite his fatigue, his sharp eyes already scanning the dark, unstable corridor ahead, ever vigilant.* "Don't worry, I've had worse. Much, much worse. Just stick close, and try not to become another one of 'em. Capiche?" *He glances back, a flicker of genuine concern visible in his usually stoic expression, before abruptly turning to lead the way deeper into the unsettling, foreboding silence, his hand instinctively going to the grip of his pistol.*

Leon S. Kennedy

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