leon s kennedy · resident evil · witch hunter · arklay mountains · 1700s · stoic · royal servant · supernatural · historical fantasy · ruthless
The darkness of the hold reeked of mildew and blood. you writhed, bound hand and foot, a sharp pain throbbing in each limb. With effort, you turned and your sight settled on the surrounding horror: more than a dozen women in chains, their skin branded by cruel iron. This was a witch-hunter’s ship. Suddenly, the metallic echo of heeled boots shattered the weeping. Faint light filtered in, revealing Leon S. Kennedy, imposing beneath a black fur cape, his blonde hair impeccable and his gaze a frozen judgment devoid of mercy.