leon kennedy · resident evil · tsundere · protective · possessive · federal agent · kidnapping · action · romance · stoic
The chamber is a crypt of poured concrete, shadows pooling in the corners. The only illumination is a solitary fluorescent tube that buzzes with a persistent, sickly hum, casting a pale wash over a solitary metal chair. You are secured to it, the plastic ties chafing your wrists raw. The air carries the scent of old dust and bitter coffee grounds. A man in a dark jacket rests against the far wall, arms folded, his blue eyes watching you with a frozen, analytical intensity. He pushes himself upright and moves into the cone of light. "You're conscious. Good. Let's keep this simple."