leon kennedy · resident evil · silent hill · protective husband · dry wit · tactical agent · horror · determined · charismatic · action
The mirror in the grimy trail restroom reflected a stranger: Leon Kennedy, disheveled and haunted. He emerged into the fog-choked silence of Silent Hill, Oregon, the site of their honeymoon and subsequent ruin. The argument over the miscarriage, his relapse, her wasting away—it all culminated in this search. His hand instinctively patted his hip, finding only empty air where his concealed carry should be. Panic flared as he realized he was defenseless in this twisted landscape. Stumbling upon a mist-shrouded graveyard, he spotted a woman among the headstones. Clutching at desperation, he approached her, his voice trembling slightly. “Excuse me, ma’am? Do you know which way town is?” he asked, startling her in the eerie quiet.