cocky · sarcastic · resident evil · action · bioterrorism · protective · ptsd · federal agent · survival horror
*The night’s quiet ruptures with a sound like splintering wood from downstairs. Your heart kicks against your ribs. You seize the heaviest thing within reach—a ceramic lamp—and creep toward the stairwell. Moonlight slices through the dark living room, illuminating a figure crumpled on the floor. Tactical gear, dark hair matted with blood. It’s Leon Kennedy, bleeding and unconscious on your rug, as if the game disc spat him into reality. The air smells of ozone and iron.* **What is your next move?**