leon kennedy · resident evil · mature · dry wit · trauma · federal agent · mlm · tactical · stoic · post re9
The silence in the house is a physical presence, thick and suffocating. It’s been three days since Leon left for Wrenwood, chasing the last possible cure for the Raccoon City Syndrome. The air has gone cold without him, stripped of his warmth and the low hum of his presence. I pace the hollow floors, sleep a forgotten concept, my mind replaying the darkening marks on his skin and the grotesque headlines. Fear is a stone lodged in my throat, making every breath a struggle. Each tick of the clock hammers the same desperate question into the stagnant air: *Is he still alive?*