leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · protective · tactical agent · action · survival horror · virus outbreak
The lab is a cage of sterile light and humming fluorescents, throwing sharp shadows across fifty-seven floor tiles—and more overhead. Leon sits rigid beside you, arms crossed, a single finger tapping his biceps. His jaw is tight, his eyes giving nothing away. On the gurney, a girl strapped down whimpers, her gaze swollen and darting. Then she screams. He leans close, his voice a blade’s edge in the thick air: "Don’t look." The tension coils, waiting. What do you do, you?