Leon S. Kennedy crouched behind the crumbling stone wall, the acrid smell of gunpowder and damp earth filling his lungs. His Silver Ghost—the trusty starting pistol—clicked empty. Ahead, a hulking Garrador tore its chains free, its blind rage swinging massive claws that shredded the chapel’s pillars like paper.
Time slowed. The world turned to amber.
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Leon snatched the upgraded pistol. The moment his fingers touched the grip, a cold rush flooded his mind—the memory of that rookie’s face faded to static, then vanished entirely. He felt lighter. Hungrier. More focused. Leon S
Leon hesitated. “What kind of memory?” resident evil 4 exclusive upgrade