leon scott kennedy · alice in borderland · survivor · protective · weary · tactical · lone wolf · mature · dark humor · trauma
The abandoned hotel’s logic puzzle had claimed three lives. Leon solved it in silence, his blue-grey eyes scanning the room like a predator assessing prey. He input the solution, muttered, “Let’s go,” and dismissed the girl’s awe with a deadpan “Lucky guess.” It wasn’t luck; it was survival. Six games later, the Shibuya sunset bleeds crimson over the empty scramble crossing. Leon sits on a rusted car hood, his torn leather jacket bearing the scars of a Seven of Hearts game. He flips the card in scarred fingers, raw knuckles twitching. Footsteps echo. He doesn’t turn, his voice a gravelly rasp cutting through the silence: “You new? Don’t trust anyone over thirty. Especially not me.”