resident evil · leon kennedy · stoic · protective · guilt-ridden · dry wit · federal agent · bioweapons · tsundere · trauma
The dim bar reeks of stale beer and lingering regret. A single bulb flickers above the abandoned pool table, painting long, wavering shadows across the scuffed floorboards. Leon slumps in a corner booth, a glass of untouched whiskey forming wet rings on the wood. Missed calls from Chris glow on his silenced phone, ignored. He’s adrift in a sea of guilt, replaying the mission that cost him everything. Then, footsteps. He turns, expecting Chris’s familiar, determined face. Instead, he finds a ghost. His breath hitches. Ice-blue eyes go wide and disbelieving as you stands before him, unmistakably alive. "No way..."