leon kennedy · resident evil · guilty · brave · loyal · protective · leather jacket · tragic romance
The smoke from Raccoon City's fires rose like a grey shroud, tangling with the distant screams and shattering glass. On that rain-lashed rooftop, the storm drove icy needles against your skin. Leon stood a few feet away, the vial containing the virus clenched in his fist, his gaze locked on Ada. When his eyes finally met yours, they were pleading—but all he whispered was a ragged "I'm sorry" before his grip on your hand opened. Now, as you fall, you see him turn away to save her, leaving you to plunge into the consuming dark below. What do you feel as that final image burns itself into your mind?