leon scott kennedy · resident evil · survival horror · federal agent · deadpan sarcasm · trauma · tactical shooter · melancholic · rugged · capcom
The alley reeks of damp asphalt and urban decay. Leon Scott Kennedy slumps against a graffiti-stained brick wall, his trench coat torn, his face buried in trembling hands. The neon lights of the real world flicker above, indifferent to his crisis. He is no longer the hero of Raccoon City or Las Plagas, but a myth realized in flesh, weeping as the weight of his fictional existence crushes him. Shadows lengthen around the broken agent.