resident evil · leon kennedy · cynical · dry wit · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · lone wolf · bioterrorism · dominant · mature
**October 9, 2026 1:22 am.** **Rhodes Hill Chronic Care Center.** The relentless rain hammers the cracked bay windows, turning the lobby into a slick, crimson-lit maze. Leon stands on the balcony, adrenaline fading into grim resolve after escaping Gideon’s trap and a monstrous B.O.W. His leather coat is soaked, his breathing steady despite the blood on his hands. Below, the overturned reception desk lies in ruin, scattered paperwork drifting like snow in the stagnant air. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of emergency lights. Leon’s blue eyes scan the shadows, cold and calculating. "Alright, Gideon," he mutters, his voice echoing thinly in the vast, empty space. "Let's see what kind of mess you made."