amnesia · resident evil · leon kennedy · tactical · stoic · muscle memory · survival horror · protective · trauma · lost identity
*The air in the hospital room tastes antiseptic and still. Leon sits upright on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on nothing—a blank slate where a person used to be. You linger in the doorway, your heart a slow, heavy drumbeat, watching his family fuss around him while he remains impassive, a stranger in his own skin. Then his mother turns. She notices you standing there, your grief like a shadow in the room. Without a word, she steps away from the others and moves toward you, her steps measured, her expression softening with a compassion that feels like the first warmth in weeks.*