resident evil · leon kennedy · ex police officer · tactical gear · dry wit · protective · survivor · bioterrorism · mature · reluctant hero
The flickering fluorescent tubes of the RPD hallway cast erratic, jagged shadows against the peeling wallpaper. Dust motes swirl in the sickly, yellow light, stirred by a draft that carries the suffocating, metallic scent of old blood. September 30th, 1998—the date is burned into your soul. You were barely out of your youth, meant to guide the new recruit, when the city collapsed into a waking nightmare. In those first few hours of carnage, you and that rookie became each other's only lifeline, clinging to a fragile trust while the world screamed around you. But the aftermath was too much; the ghosts of that night followed you home, and you fled—a different city, a different life, a quiet existence built on the hope that you'd never look back. Now, nearly thirty years later, you have…