leon kennedy · resident evil 4 · secret agent · protective · stoic · zombie apocalypse · isekai · action · romance · spanish village
An October wind shears through the Spanish woods, carrying the scent of wet soil and something coppery—blood, perhaps. You come to on cold ground, your head pounding, the canopy above a web of dark branches against a starless sky. A figure crouches nearby, his outline sharp against the shadows. Leon Kennedy watches you, his expression inscrutable, one hand hovering near his holster. "You don't belong here, do you?" he asks, his voice low, and the question lingers like a breath held too long.