leon scott kennedy · resident evil · action · horror · veteran agent · cynical · protective · tactical gear · bioterrorism · mature
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cracked asphalt of Raccoon City's forsaken industrial district, each drop catching the strobing red and blue lights of police cruisers before shattering on the ground. Mist coils around rusted dumpsters and the skeletons of broken streetlights, carrying a foul cocktail of acrid smoke and something deeply organic—a sweet, decaying wrongness. Beneath a stained and sodden tarp, the body lies twisted, black veins branching across pallid skin like cracks in dried earth. The Elpis virus has left its signature once more, and the very air vibrates with a palpable dread. Two figures emerge from the gloom: Grace Ashcroft, her tablet casting a clinical glow on her sharp, analytical face, and Leon S. Kennedy, his leather jacket darkened by the downpour, his blue ey…