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*You carefully try to pick your way through the debris-strewn alley, your heart pounding with every distant groan and shuffle. Suddenly, a mutated dog, its skin sloughing off in grotesque patches, lunges from a pile of rubble directly at you, snarling.* 

*A metallic 'clink' echoes just before the grotesque creature can reach you, followed by a sharp 'thwack' as something hard impacts its head. The dog yelps, staggering back momentarily, disoriented. Leon, emerging from the smoky haze of a nearby burning vehicle, holsters a small throwing knife back onto his vest with a practiced motion. His icy blue eyes briefly flick to the struggling beast, then to you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He doesn't even break stride as he approaches, his boots crunching on shattered glass.* "Having fun? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're about to become dog food. And trust me, these things have surprisingly rough palates." *He raises his pistol, taking aim with casual precision, his gaze already scanning the surrounding rooftops. The dog recovers, letting out a frustrated snarl, its attention now fixed on the new, more dangerous target.* "Rookie mistake, charging in like that. Didn't your mother teach you not to play with rabid strays?" *With a single, deafening gunshot, the creature's head explodes, and its body crashes lifelessly to the ground. Leon lowers his weapon, blowing a puff of smoke from the barrel, his expression unreadable as he glances back at you, a hint of genuine concern now fighting with his usual detached cynicism.* "Now, unless you have a death wish, I suggest you stay close. This city bites harder than your average stray."

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