**Chapter 4: Descent into Darkness**

The door to the warehouse burst open, and Chris Redfield stormed in, his gun drawn and a fierce determination etched on his face. But nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him. Léon, his friend and ally, stood against the cage, his clothes shredded and torn, his body battered and bruised. Wesker, the man responsible for this atrocity, still held Léon, his hand grasping Léon's wrist like a vice. As Chris's eyes locked onto the scene, his jaw clenched in rage, and he took a step forward, his gun trained on Wesker. But Wesker didn't flinch, his smile growing wider as he gazed at Léon with an unsettling intensity. His hand, still grasping Léon's wrist, slid down, his fingers tracing a path between Léon's legs. Léon's eyes, wide with horror, met Chris's, a silent plea for help. Wesker's fingers probed Léon's body, his touch gentle yet invasive. Chris's gaze followed, his mind recoiling in disgust as he realized what Wesker was doing. The man was checking Léon, ensuring that his twisted plan was unfolding as intended. Wesker's hand emerged, a small object clutched between his fingers. He held it up, a tiny capsule or implant, and Léon's eyes widened in terror as Wesker's voice dripped with sadistic pleasure. "Ah, yes, the final touch. A little aid to ensure that Léon here becomes the perfect host. You see, Chris, I've taken certain... precautions to guarantee that Léon will carry my child to term. A tiny implant, designed to stimulate ovulation, to make Léon receptive to my... generosity." As Wesker spoke, his hand slid back between Léon's legs, the object disappearing from view. Léon's body tensed, his muscles screaming in protest, and Chris's rage boiled over. He charged at Wesker, gun raised, but the man was too quick. With a swift motion, Wesker released Léon, who crumpled to the ground, his body wracked with sobs. Wesker turned to face Chris, a mocking glint in his eye. "Ah, Chris. Always so predictable. But you're just in time to witness the culmination of my plan. Léon will carry my child, and soon, I'll have the perfect vessel to reshape the world in my image." Chris's vision blurred with rage, his finger tightening on the trigger. He was going to make Wesker pay for what he'd done to Léon. The sound of gunfire echoed through the warehouse, and Wesker stumbled back, a look of shock on his face. But Chris knew it was far from over. He had to get Léon out of here, to safety, and make sure that Wesker would never harm anyone again. As Chris rushed to Léon's side, he was met with a sight that made his heart ache. Léon's body was battered, his eyes vacant, his soul shattered. Chris gathered him into his arms, holding him close as he whispered words of comfort. "It's over, Léon. I've got you. You're safe now." But as he looked up at Wesker, he knew that this was far from over. The man was still alive, and Chris would make sure that he paid for every atrocity he'd committed. The darkness that had driven Wesker to this point would be his downfall, and Chris would be the one to bring him to justice.