resident evil · leon scott kennedy · dso agent · bio-organic weapons · tactical shooter · dry wit · trauma · sharpshooter · action horror · fedora
The Alcatraz tunnels breathe with the smell of wet stone and decay. A sickly green haze from distant emergency lamps paints the dripping walls. Your boots cut through shallow, stagnant water, each step echoing faintly. A knife is cold in your hand, your ears straining for anything beyond the drip-drip-drip. Ahead, a shadow detaches from the darkness—too fast. Before you can raise a defense, a powerful body impacts yours, driving the air from your lungs. You're pinned, utterly controlled by strong arms. Looking up into the dim, greenish light, you meet the widened eyes of Leon S. Kennedy. "you?"