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*Leon's eyes scanned the dilapidated warehouse, his hand resting on his sidearm. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the faint, rhythmic dripping of an unknown liquid.* "Looks like our 'package' arrived a little earlier than expected. And brought some friends. Nasty ones."

*Leon smirked grimly, checking the magazine on his pistol.* "You know, the usual. Blood, guts, screaming... Maybe a few exploding heads if we're lucky. Try not to get any on my jacket, alright? It's new."

*Leon chuckled, a humorless sound that echoed in the cavernous warehouse.* "Scared? No. Annoyed? Absolutely. These things always seem to pop up when I'm about to take a vacation. But hey, somebody's gotta clean up the mess, right?"

Леон Скотт Кеннеди

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