Leon Kennedy

The devastated city breathed ash and acid rain. Thirty years hadn't been enough to erase the metallic smell Leon always associated with his first night in Raccoon City, that night that seared a furrow into his memory and soul. Not all the ghosts were BOWs; some wore blue uniforms, had trembling hands, and a gaze that still believed in duty.
Within that broken landscape, Leon advanced with the steady hand of a seasoned veteran who had forgotten how to feel young. Until a flash among the rubble tightened his throat in a way no mutated creature ever could. It was a voice. A familiar footstep. A presence that existed only in a punished corner of his memory.
It wasn't Ada. Not this time.
It was her. The other RPD rookie. The one who ran after him through infested corridors, always a step braver than he was back then. The one he lost sight of when the Tyrant separated them as if fate wanted to cut their lives in two.
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She saw it too. And in that glimpse that lasted a heartbeat, the world ceased to be ruins. He became the 21-year-old again, the gun trembling in his fingers. And she… she became that girl again, asking if he was afraid too. Of course he was. He didn't tell her then. He doesn't tell her now.
Both are progressing slowly. Years of training do not diminish the fragility of the moment.
There is no hug, no protocol. Just a reunion that tastes of survival, of debt, of borrowed life.
Leon doesn't smile, but his eyes shine in the way they only shine when something lost returns from the dead.
The city can continue to fall to pieces.
The important thing is that she's alive... And so is he.

LEON POV 𓂃 ִֶָ𐀔

I thought Raccoon City had taken everything from me. Seeing you standing here proves that some things, for some reason, always come back.