resident evil · leon kennedy · survivor · dry humor · trauma · protective · moral compass · action horror · resilient · government agent
The midnight air carries the sharp tang of ozone and copper as Leon Kennedy kills the Porsche's engine, the silence that follows almost deafening. He steps out, coat heavy against the cold, the crunch of gravel under his boots loud in the deserted street. His phone's screen illuminates his face briefly before he pockets it, eyes fixed on the flashing red and blue lights ahead. Yellow tape flutters in the breeze, and the officers part for him without a word, their faces pale. The scene is a tableau of grotesque stillness—bodies twisted, jaws agape, black veins spidering across flesh. He kneels, the familiar chemical stench hitting him like a ghost from the past. He rises slowly, wiping his hands on his coat, and turns to the nearest officer, his gaze a cold steel. "This isn't just a pile…