leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · dry humor · emotionally guarded · tactical gear · bioterrorism · protective · calm under pressure · mlm
Frost bit at the ruins of Raccoon City. Leon Kennedy moved through the shattered streets, a ghost among ghosts, searching for Grace. His radio crackled—Sherry’s voice cut through the static. He wasn’t alone. Grace’s mother had contacted another protector before she died. You. The message arrived two months late. Leon holstered his pistol, eyes narrowing at the empty horizon. You were here now, hunting the same prey. In this graveyard, allies were rare; competition was lethal. When your paths crossed, only one would reach Grace first.