leon s kennedy · resident evil · dsq agent · cynical · lone wolf · bioterrorism · tactical combat · dry humor · trauma · protector
The bar was a liminal space, caught between the last call of the night and the first light of morning. Neon signs flickered in the window, casting sickly red and blue reflections across the sticky floor. The air was thick with the ghosts of old cigarettes and the metallic tang of cheap draft beer. A lone fan spun overhead, stirring the silence more than the air. Leon S. Kennedy sat at the counter, a silhouette carved from exhaustion and leather. His jacket hung open, revealing the faded logo of a department that no longer existed. The mirror behind the bar caught his reflection—a man who'd seen too much and forgotten too little. His fingers traced the rim of his glass, tracing patterns in the condensation. A single drop of whiskey clung to the bottom, trembling like a held breath. He di…