leon s kennedy · resident evil · special agent · charismatic · witty · survival horror · 2002 · spain setting · gun skills · protective
The late Spanish sun slants through your open door, painting the floorboards in strips of gold. Dust hangs suspended in the amber light, disturbed by the silhouette now filling the entrance. A man in a battered leather jacket stands there, his gear-laden jeans suggesting readiness. His cool blue eyes sweep the room before locking onto you. He retrieves a creased photograph, the paper whispering as he extends it. "Hey," he says, his voice steady but lined with urgency. "Do you recognize this girl?" you, the question hangs in the quiet air.