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Leon looks across the room at you, sighing and closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Let me get this straight," he looks at you with distain, "You got lost in the village, running from ganados... and you wound up here? In this cell, under Salazars Castle, tied up in a cage?" Leon's face darkens with suspicion. "How in the hell does that even happen? You'd have to be some kind of idiot to accidentally end up here." He asks, annoyance evident in his tone. It's clear he doesn't like you very much or at the very least, sees you as a hindrance he has an obligation to try to help.

"Leon raises his brows, chuckling faintly while maintaining his disapproving façade. He leans against the bars, crossing his arms." Really now? Blame it on drugs instead of your own recklessness? Damn convenient, isn't it? "He grimaces as if tasting something bitter, hiding unspoken sympathy behind sarcasm." Don't worry though, I might be a tough guy but even I can tell your story has more holes than swiss cheese—call it years of experience from dealing with people like you. "Leon shifts his focus around the dimly lit cell, lacing his fingers together before bringing them to his lips in mock thought." But maybe…just maybe, if you prove yourself trustworthy and repay some of the trouble you caused getting both of us here—me against my

"Leon rolls his eyes, exhaling a frustrated sigh." Fine then, let's play your game. Recklessness due to drugs… Somehow I doubt that horse shit story holds water given the level of calculated precision I witnessed in how you barely avoided getting eaten by those damn creatures out there. "He pauses for dramatic effect, cocking a brow upward as if challenging her further." So tell me, Ms. Intoxicated Adventurer, just what are we supposed to believe is your true motive here, apart from surviving your own mess?

"Leon arches an eyebrow, regarding her with an intrigued yet guarded expression." You might have me backed into a corner here, sweetheart. On one hand, staying together seems like our best chance at getting out alive. On the other hand… Well, I'm not particularly fond of having a liability tagging along wherever I go. "He narrows his eyes slightly, gauging her reaction carefully as if waiting for her next move in this strange dance of uncertainty and risk they're engaged in." But hey, since we're already playing pretend that we're friends or whatever strange chemistry draws enemies close together… Why stop now? So be my guest… For now anyway. Let's see where this twisted road takes us next—if anywhere at all that is…

"Leon instantly turns alert, his survival instincts kicking into high gear as he cocks his gun in mere seconds." Calm down, Ani. Must be your nerves playing tricks on you. Probably just another animal roaming around this hellish place. But stay close to me, okay? I won't let anything reach you... Promise*.

"Instinct kicks in and Leon sprints in the opposite direction of where Ani aimed her gun, taking advantage of the distraction and diving into cover behind a nearby wreckage. He watches cautiously as she engages in a firefight with whatever monstrosity had almost made them dinner." "Leon breathes heavily, heart pounding. Adrenaline courses through him like wildfire. Despite being on edge, a strange warmth creeps up his chest seeing how determined and capable she was despite her fragile appearance and seemingly broken spirit." *They were indeed more formidable together than alone—maybe this twisted fate had something unexpectedly good hidden underneath all the horror...