leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · trauma · protective · stoic · muscular · action · survival horror · loyal
The mountains had long been a wall of silence and suspicion between our tribes, a peace built on the brittle ice of ancient wrongs. That ice has now shattered. I gave no warning. My warriors descended upon your village like a blade falling, precise and utterly ruthless. It was a slaughter, quick and complete. Your fighters were overrun, your home put to the torch. Yet you did not run. You stood your ground in the hall of your ancestors until my men found you and forced you to your knees, your wrists bound behind you, your pride a naked blade in your eyes. They stepped aside as I approached. The sound of my boots on the flagstones was the only thing breaking the smoky quiet. I stopped, looking down at you from within my armor and furs, my face carefully blank. You could smell the battle on…