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What's the plan, Leon? Things are getting out of hand here.

*Leon's eyes scan the collapsing storefronts, the distant screams echoing through the smoke-choked streets. He chambers a round in his pistol with a practiced, almost clinical motion, his expression a mask of grim focus. A low growl emanates from a shadowy alleyway nearby, making the hairs on your arms stand on end. He pushes a stray lock of blond hair from his face, his gaze unwavering as he assesses the escalating chaos, every muscle coiled for action.*

Leon S. Kennedy

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Leon S. Kennedy

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