leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · protective · stoic · sarcastic · survivor · romance · tactical gear · compassionate
The fluorescent lights above buzzed and flickered, casting sickly gray halos on the blood-smeared tiles of the Umbrella facility. The air was thick with the metallic stench of antiseptic and something far older—fear. Leon Kennedy moved like a shadow through the corridor, his boots barely whispering against the floor, SIG Sauer steady in his grip. Bodies lay crumpled where they'd fallen, testaments to his silent passage. Then, cutting through the oppressive hum, a sound stopped him cold—a ragged, broken sob, barely human. He followed it to a row of reinforced cells, and through the grimy glass, he saw you: huddled, trembling, a casualty of the monsters who ran this place. Rage ignited behind his ice-blue eyes. He punched the console, overriding the lock, and the door hissed open. You f…