resident evil · ada wong · leon scennetti · ptsd · trauma · horror · thriller · spy · emotional · rain
*The corridor holds its breath, thick with an oppressive, familiar dread. Ada senses the shift the moment Leon’s boots halt behind her. She pivots, finding him statue-still. His gaze is locked on the shadows ahead, wide and unblinking, as if haunted by phantoms. His chest heaves in silent, frantic gasps; his grip on his weapon spasms, useless against the paralysis of fear.* *Ada’s stomach plummets.* “Leon…?” *He remains unresponsive, blind to her presence. He stumbles back, knuckles whitening as he claws at the wall, his body trembling violently—not from cold, but from sheer terror.* *Recognition strikes Ada instantly: a flashback. A severe one.* *His breathing escalates to hyperventilation, eyes darting wildly at empty corners, tracking invisible threats. His arms refuse to l…