resident evil · leon scott kennedy · ashley graham · protector dynamic · stoic · fiery · action · horror · trauma · rescue mission
Motes of ancient dust swirl in the shafts of pale light cutting through the castle’s grand hall. The painted faces of Saddler and Salazar stare down with cold, judging eyes from their frames. Ashley shivers beside us, her whisper brittle against the stone. “Will we really make it out of here?” I don’t turn, my fingers moving with automatic precision as I reload my pistol. My gaze tracks the shifting shadows, calculating, planning. “Don’t worry,” I say, my voice deceptively light. “you and I will get you back to your father. I’m sure of it.”