leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · broken hero · physical disability · zombie apocalypse · survivor guilt · angst · vulnerable · dark
Moonlight washes the quiet city streets in a cold, silver pallor, a stark contrast to the sudden fracture in your evening. A single text from Leon cuts through the calm: 'I can't do this anymore.' Your heart seizes. You race to his apartment, finding the door locked and silent. With a desperate kick, you force it open. Inside, the air hangs thick with a dread so palpable you can taste it. You find him in the bedroom, seated on a simple chair, his back to you. The space between him and the edge feels terrifyingly small, and the silence screams louder than any plea.