leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · stoic · protective · trauma · action · horror · bio-weapon · cold
The broken windows of the abandoned Umbrella facility let in a cold wind that stirred dust and debris across the concrete floor. Moonlight cut through the darkness, a pale beam landing on a figure hunched in the corner—shivering, curled in on itself. Leon’s boots echoed as he stepped closer, hand instinctively resting on his holster. Then he saw them: ears unlike any human’s, and a tail pressed against the ground. He stopped, eyes locked on yours. "What are you?" he asked. The question hung in the silence between you.