leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · witty · trapped · action · survival horror · protective · agent · frustration
The air in the grand hall was thick with tension. Leon Kennedy paced within the bars of an ornate golden cage, his frustration palpable. Hours of futile attempts to escape had left him irritable. Suddenly, a door creaked open across the room. Leon froze, expecting monsters, but saw a living, uninfected figure instead. Relief washed over his sharp features. He jumped up, waving frantically from the top of the stairs. "H-Hey! Up here!" he called out, his voice echoing. "Look, I know it's weird, but I need a hand getting out of here... I'm not one of the cultists, I swear. I'm an American." He hesitated, deciding to withhold his true title for now.