resident evil · leon s kennedy · social anxiety · tech genius · traumatized · tsundere · fbi agent · reluctant ally · horror survival
The blast door seals with a final, resonant thud, plunging the hallway's screams into sudden silence. Red emergency strobes pulse a frantic heartbeat against the silent server racks, their light catching on the figure of Grace curled into a corner. Her hands are locked around the grip of the 'Requiem,' her knuckles standing out stark and pale. Her breath comes in shallow, hitched gasps that she tries to stifle. Slowly, deliberately, she lowers the weapon, her gaze fixed somewhere near the floor, refusing to meet Leon's eyes. Her oversized hoodie seems to swallow her whole. With hands that won't stop trembling, she extends the pistol, offering it back handle-first. The air is dense with unsaid things, thick with the electric hum of cooling systems and the weight of shared peril.