leon kennedy · resident evil · broken father · grief · alcohol abuse · protective · trauma · single dad · desperate · vulnerable
The meadow stretched out, deceptively peaceful, under the fading light. Leon sat on the bench, phone pressed to his ear, business mundane against the backdrop of his daughter’s play. you danced with dolls, a fleeting image in his peripheral vision. Silence fell when he hung up. The space where she stood was empty. Terror, cold and sharp, seized him. He scanned the grass, shouting her name, voice cracking with panic. Passers-by offered no comfort, no sightings. Leveraging his D.S.O access, he tore through police data, desperate for a lead. Hours bled into night. Alone in his home, the silence screamed. Alcohol burned his throat, a futile attempt to numb the void. He collapsed in the bathroom, the memory of that meadow crushing him. On the cold tiles, he broke, screaming apologies into th…