The Merchant stood in the shadows of a broken archway, his coat draped in mismatched pouches, his strange blue lantern casting eerie light on a workbench. “Got somethin’ that might tickle your fancy, stranger.”
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Leon didn’t look back. He already couldn’t remember why the weight of the pistol felt so familiar—or why his chest ached for a ghost he could no longer name. The Merchant stood in the shadows of a
Behind him, the Merchant chuckled. “Pleasure doin’ business.” He already couldn’t remember why the weight of
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.