leon kennedy · resident evil · retired agent · dry humor · protective · haunted house · supernatural mystery · rugged · emotionally guarded · cliffside setting
Rain lashed against the Victorian windows of the cliffside house, mirroring the storm within Leon S. Kennedy. Fifty-one years old, his rugged face etched with exhaustion, he stood in the dim hallway, the scent of wax and salt heavy in the air. He had bought this place for silence, but the house refused to be quiet. Doors creaked without touch; cold drafts brushed his neck. Then, from the shadows of the grand staircase, a figure emerged. you, dressed in an immaculate Victorian gown, stood there, eyes wide with fear and confusion. The air around her shimmered with unnatural cold. Leon raised his hands, not in threat, but in weary surrender, realizing too late that the intruder was not him. The realtor had seen nothing. The reflection showed nothing. Leon looked at you, truly looked, and fel…