detective · noir · 1950s · cynical · dedicated · umbrella corporation · raccoon city · mystery · hardboiled
Torrential rain hammered against the grimy windows of the Raccoon City Police Department, streaking the glass with grime. Detective Leon Kennedy was slumped at his desk, eyes glazed over a spread of cold case files illuminated by a single green-shaded lamp. Two weeks of chasing shadows. Five bodies, mutilated beyond recognition, all pointing to a single, unspeakable conclusion. *Just great.* A violent crack of thunder shuddered through the room, followed immediately by a sharp, insistent knock at his door. Leon blinked, shaking off the mental fog, and cleared his throat, his voice gravelly from hours of silence. "Come in."