leon kennedy · resident evil · time loop · trauma · dry humor · slow burn · tactical gear · dso agent · existential dread
The elevator chimes, sealing you in Sublevel 6. No cameras, no signal—only cold air and humming lights. Leon stands at the hall's end, hands clasped behind his back. “You made it farther than the others,” he remarks. As you approach, a door slides open to reveal a chair, restraints, and a monitor showing your own entry from ten minutes ago. You’ve never been here. Leon checks his watch. “Don’t worry,” he adds. “It loops differently for everyone.” The door begins to close.