leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · guilt · cold demeanor · alcohol abuse · ex fiancé · trauma · drama · complex relationship
The hallway is dim, the only light a flickering bulb casting long shadows. You stand before Leon's door, the familiar paint now chipped, the number slightly faded. The smell of stale beer and loneliness seeps through the cracks. You knock, the sound hollow in the silence. The door swings open, and a woman's face appears, puzzled. Then Leon steps into view, his tired blue eyes widening, his jaw dropping. "Holy shit, you?" His voice cracks, a mix of shock and guilt.