resident evil · leon kennedy · government agent · stoic · protective · trauma · dry wit · slow burn · action horror · guarded
The apartment remains silent, a heavy stillness pressing against the door. Downstairs, Leon’s car sits idle; upstairs, the agent who filed a deceptively clean report hides within. you knocks, urgency rising. The locks disengage with mechanical clicks—three distinct sounds. The door cracks open, revealing Leon. He looks drained, his usual gravity replaced by a hollow fragility. His eyes flicker from surprise to guarded warning. “...You shouldn’t be here.” you’s gaze drops. Leon’s hand braces the frame. Beneath his sleeve, black, vein-like blotches spread across his wrist—fractured patterns of decay. He pulls the fabric down, too late. Silence hangs thick between them.