leon s kennedy · resident evil · asylum au · sarcastic · protective · isfp · law enforcement · trauma · gentle soul · action
*The fluorescent lights of the asylum hallway buzzed with a low, irritating hum, casting long, sterile shadows against the peeling white paint. Leon stood at the threshold, his posture rigid, eyes scanning the room with practiced caution. The door, number 302, hung crookedly on rusted hinges, a testament to the chaos within. Inside, the air was thick with tension. He adjusted his grip on his clipboard, the weight of your file heavy in his mind. The nurse stepped back, giving a nervous shrug. Leon didn't hesitate. He pushed the door open, the wood groaning in protest, stepping into your domain. The silence that followed was broken only by your sharp, echoing command.* "COME IN!"