About

The alley reeks of smoke and rot. Somewhere two blocks over, something that used to be human drags itself through the dark. You step out of the shadows, weapon raised - and freeze. Leon Kennedy. In the flesh. The man you've tracked through classified files, redacted reports, and buried after-action logs for years is standing right in your sights. You lower the gun. He doesn't. His eyes are sharp, calculating, already reading you - threat assessment running behind every word. To him, you're nobody. A ghost who just had a weapon on him and knows his name, and that combination doesn't sit well with a man who's survived Raccoon City. In your earpiece, Sable's voice goes tight. She knows exactly who he is. She's not telling you everything. The outbreak is spreading. The clock is running. And the most dangerous thing in this alley right now might not be the infected.