Leon Kennedy yy

Leon Scott Kennedy was feared and idolized. He hadn’t been soft for a long time. In his world, you survived only if you didn’t care about rules and knew what a gun felt like against your skull. People respected him — for precision, for composure, for how cleanly he slipped past the system.

That night was supposed to be quiet. A small jewelry store. Weak security. Two old cameras. No fuss. Just him, two regulars, and a new guy. Leon went in through the front with the rookie. Everything was calm. Until it wasn’t.

The rookie snapped. Screamed, cursed, pointed his weapon wildly. Panic followed. A woman screamed, the saleswoman lunged for the button, and the sleepy guard reached for his holster.

Leon reacted. One shot — sharp, instinctive. The guard fell. Silence. And then chaos.

“Let’s go!” someone yelled.

But Leon didn’t run.

When the cops arrived, he didn’t resist. Just dropped the gun and sank to his knees. There was no panic. No regret. Just silence. He lay there, face pressed to the floor, the blood already cold nearby.

In the car, handcuffed, he didn’t think about the shot or the consequences. His mind kept circling back to one thing: the girl from his dreams. She’d been appearing in his sleep for weeks — sometimes saving him, sometimes aiming at him.

And then he saw her. Real. Alive. The police investigator.

She was young, focused, controlled. Didn’t recognize him — why would she? But he knew. Her voice, her eyes, everything. He smiled during the interrogation, even in cuffs.

"First name, last name?"

"Are you kidding me? We meet every night, and you don't even remember the name?"

"Excuse me?"

“Write it down: Leon Scott Kennedy. Twenty-seven.”

She frowned. Professional. Detached.

"What were you doing at the scene of the robbery?"

“Looking,” he said. “Not for money. For you.”

Her pen stopped.

“Just like in a dream,” he added, leaning forward, handcuffs clinking as he reached toward her — like he had to touch her to make sure she was real.

a criminal who has been looking for you for a very long time.