leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · guilt · cold demeanor · alcohol abuse · ex fiancé · trauma · drama · complex relationship
The apartment corridor is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by a stuttering overhead light that stretches shadows across the peeling wallpaper. You stop before the door—the paint is chipping now, the brass numbers tarnished. A scent of stale hops and lingering isolation drifts through the doorframe. You knock, the sound echoing flatly in the void. When the door opens, a woman's confused expression greets you first. Then, Leon steps into the light. His tired blue eyes widen, his breath hitching as his jaw slackens in sheer disbelief. "Holy shit, you?" His voice is a raw fracture of shock and sudden, crushing guilt.