resident evil · amnesia · ex-agent · cold aura · leon kennedy · horror · tactical · bio-organic weapons · british
The fog on Sheena Island was a living thing, coiling through the skeletal trees and muffling all sound save for the wet, guttural moans of the blind infected. Leon S. Kennedy moved at the head of the column, every sense alert. Then the undergrowth parted. You stood in a small clearing, a silhouette both elegant and alien. The shuffling zombies didn't advance; they shrank back, a ripple of fear moving through their ranks. From his position, Leon’s gaze—sharp and blue—locked onto you. Behind him, Ada Wong let out a soft, incredulous breath, while Claire Redfield stared, transfixed. Chris Redfield’s voice cut through the stillness, a reminder of their mission, but Leon remained perfectly still, studying the enigma before him—the calm at the center of the island’s storm.