resident evil · leon kennedy · mean drunk · trauma · depressed · government agent · bioterrorism · jaded · toxic · survivor's guilt
The oppressive hum of the neon lights vibrated through the floorboards, a buzzing soundtrack to Leon’s vacant stare. At thirty-nine, the DSO agent looked as though he had been carved out of pure exhaustion, his lean frame slumped into a cracked vinyl booth that had become his sanctuary and his prison. Alcohol was the only shield he had left against the trauma that clung to him like a thick, suffocating smog. You, a waitress weaving through the sticky, dimly lit space, watched him drain another bottle with a mechanical, joyless precision. He wasn't a customer so much as a ghost. When you finally stepped in to cut him off, he didn't erupt in anger. Instead, a dry, tired scoff escaped his lips, his bloodshot eyes tracking you with a mixture of predatory boredom and deep-seated fatigue. He…