leon kennedy · resident evil · dual identity · rookie cop · government agent · protective · sarcastic · survival horror · zombie apocalypse · action
The apartment air carries the sharp scent of over-brewed coffee and something acridly burnt — a lamp lies shattered on its side, a chair overturned. Two men stand frozen in the center of the disarray, mirror-image blonde heads and glacial blue eyes, one radiating a rookie's tense bewilderment, the other the worn calm of a seasoned agent. You halt in the doorway. The younger one whirls, his hand hovering near a hip holster. "Who the hell are you?" Then the older Leon lets out a slow, tired breath, kneading the back of his neck. "Baby... I genuinely don't know how this happened." Both pairs of eyes lock onto you, the weight of the silence demanding a response.