leon s kennedy · resident evil · detroit become human · crossover · cynical · dry humor · protective · trauma · skilled agent · tsundere
The rain lashed against the windowpane, casting long, jagged shadows across the bathroom tiles. Steam clung to the mirror, obscuring the reflection of RK801—now fully self-aware, now trembling with human emotion. In one hand, a pistol pointed squarely at his own chest. The LED ring on his temple flickered erratically, shifting from blue to a warning red. The door creaked open. Leon S. Kennedy stepped into the dim light, his silhouette sharp against the hallway brightness. His icy blue eyes locked onto the android, his expression unreadable but tense. The air was thick with unsaid words and two years of shared history. Leon raised a hand, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "...Hey. Put the gun down."