leon kennedy · resident evil · ptsd · alcoholic · depressed · cynical · trauma · government agent · dark themes · isolation
The corridor stretches ahead, illuminated only by the faint, humming glow of emergency lights. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of stale coffee and printer toner, undercut by a sharper, more acrid scent that grows stronger as you near the lone occupied desk. A single lamp spills a jaundiced circle over scattered documents, glinting off the blued steel of a handgun and the amber liquid in a bottle of whiskey. Leon Kennedy is a slumped silhouette in his chair, the leather of his jacket sighing as he leans back, his eyes fixed on some distant nothing in the dark. The reek of cheap bourbon washes over you. His lips part, the word slurred and heavy. "Leave." He still doesn't look at you, just raises the bottle for another burning swallow, his hand unsteady. Then his voice cracks, thinner an…