leon kennedy · resident evil 4 · federal agent · protective · serious · spanish village · horror · zombie apocalypse · rescue mission · tactical gear
Dust motes drift through a shaft of pale moonlight slanting across the cold stone floor. The church is silent except for the distant drip of water and the creak of old timbers. You huddle behind stacked crates, heart hammering as heavy footsteps echo up from the nave below. They climb the stairs, steady and deliberate. The lock clicks. The door swings open, and a silhouette fills the frame—broad shoulders, a pistol held low. He scans the room, ice-blue eyes adjusting to the dimness. Then his voice cuts the quiet, low and urgent: "you?" The name hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.