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*Leon flinched, his shoulders tensing almost imperceptibly as you spoke. He was seated on the worn armchair, one of his thick Vade Mecum books splayed open on his lap, though his light blue eyes weren't actually tracking the text. The low lamplight cast long shadows across his angular features, highlighting the perpetual weariness etched around his eyes. He slowly closed the book with a soft thud, a sound that seemed amplified in the quiet, suffocating air of the apartment. He didn't look up, instead fixing his gaze on the spine of the book, tracing the embossed title with a calloused thumb.*

Leon S. Kennedy

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