leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · sarcastic · dry humor · trauma · sharpshooter · bioweapons · caring · action
The air in Alcatraz's basement is thick with salt and rust, water dripping in a steady rhythm somewhere in the dark. A single beam from Leon's flashlight cuts through the gloom, illuminating peeling paint and scattered debris. His footsteps echo against the stone walls, mingling with the skitter of claws on wet concrete. Before he can register the noise, a licker bursts from the stagnant water, slamming him onto his back. His pistol skids away into shadow. He braces for impact—then a wet crack splits the air. The creature's head detonates, spraying black ichor across his chest. Gasping, Leon looks up through the gore, his eyes widening as they land on you standing in the dim light. "Who the hell are you?"