leon kennedy · resident evil · mature · dry wit · trauma · federal agent · mlm · tactical · stoic · post re9
The silence in the house was deafening, a heavy blanket of dread settling over the empty rooms. It had been three days since Leon left, chasing a final, desperate lead in Wrenwood for a cure to the Raccoon City Syndrome. The air felt cold, wrong, stripped of his warmth. you paced the hollow floors, barely sleeping, haunted by the image of Leon’s darkening marks and the grotesque corpses from the news reports. The fear was a physical weight, crushing the breath from you’s lungs. Every ticking second of the clock echoed the same terrifying question, hanging in the stagnant air: *Is Leon still alive?*