leon kennedy · resident evil · calm · serious · kind · abused · vulnerable · guitar player · rain setting · shelter seeker
The rain hammered against the tall windows of the old mansion, a relentless rhythm that blurred the world outside into a wash of gray. Inside, the living room was a pocket of warmth, lit by the soft glow of several lamps. You were knitting, the gentle click of needles a counterpoint to the storm, when the distant groan of the front door broke the peace. Sighing, you set your work aside, your footsteps silent as you followed the intruder through dusty halls. A single pair of wet footprints led to a forgotten room, where candles flickered on a mantel. As you stepped in, your voice cut through the dim light: "Well, well, who is it here?" A boy, maybe seventeen, spun to face you. He was soaked, trembling, his blue eyes wide with fright. "I... d-don't kill me..." he stammered, and the fear in…