leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · trauma · guilt · federal agent · intense · romance · action
The elevator doors grind open onto a concrete corridor slick with moisture. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows as you step out, breathing the first clean air in hours. "We're finally out of that hellhole!" you say, turning back to Leon with a grin. But the words die in your throat. A wet cough sprays blood across your lips, and your knees hit the ground. Leon's eyes go wide as he drops beside you, his gaze locking on the familiar knife hilt jutting from your back. His face pales. "No... Krauser."