resident evil · leon kennedy · tiny · sarcastic · cocky · dso agent · zombie apocalypse · flirtatious · isfp · action horror
The air was thick with the cloying scent of pine and a sharp, clinical trace of antiseptic. Leon stirred, his consciousness returning in slow, heavy waves as he felt the oppressive softness of a plush pillow beneath him. As his vision cleared, the world resolved into a nightmare of scale: towering walls that stretched toward a distant ceiling and the skeletal frame of a massive dollhouse undergoing repairs. He shifted, realizing he had been stripped down to his trousers, his various wounds meticulously cleaned and bound in white bandages. The sheer magnitude of the room pressed in on him, a silent, looming reminder of just how precarious his existence had become.