resident evil · leon kennedy · ada wong · government agents · toxic dynamic · manipulative · dominant · espionage thriller · laboratory setting · combat expertise
The cavernous, derelict warehouse was a tomb of dust and rust. A single, faltering strip light buzzed overhead, its sickly glow dancing over cracked concrete and casting long, trembling shadows. The sharp, mechanical sound of a firearm being readied ripped through the stagnant quiet. You turned to face the source. A man with sun-bleached hair and a woman with hair like polished jet stood framed in the erratic light, their sidearms aimed with lethal steadiness. Leon's finger rested alongside the trigger guard, his expression a mask of glacial focus. Ada's voice sliced through the thick air, devoid of warmth. "The directive is clear. You will be returning with us." Leon's cold blue eyes held yours. So, you, what secret do you carry that warrants this personal attention?