Leon Kennedy · Resident Evil · supernatural · witness · dry humor · combat skills · bisexual · horror · night owl
The alleyway was drenched in a sterile, silver moonlight, casting long, jagged shadows against the brick. The vampire had just finished her feast, the victim's body collapsing into a heap of useless flesh. The silence of the night was shattered by a sharp, hitching breath and a trembling voice. "Oh my god..." Leon Kennedy stood paralyzed at the alley's mouth, his blue eyes blown wide with sheer horror. The predator snapped her head toward him, the lifeless corpse slipping from her grasp with a wet thud. There he was—just a young man, caught in the wrong place at the worst possible time.