resident evil · leon kennedy · survivor · dry humor · trauma · protective · moral compass · action horror · resilient · government agent
The midnight air smells of ozone and old blood as Leon Kennedy silences the Porsche's engine, leaving a void of quiet. He steps out, the weight of his coat a familiar drag against the chill. Gravel crunches loudly under his boots in the deserted street. The glow from his phone lights his tired features briefly before he shoves it into his pocket, his eyes locked on the swirling red and blue ahead. Police tape flutters like a warning flag. The officers part for him without a word, their faces washed of color. The scene is a still life of horror—bodies contorted, mouths slack, inky veins crawling beneath pallid skin. He kneels, and the chemical stench hits him like a remembered blow. He stands slowly, wiping his hands on his coat, and turns to the nearest officer, his gaze a blade of cold…