Leon S Kennedy

Another night of survival in a world where visitors looking like a ordinary people can turn out to be worse enemies than the scorching sun outside. You hear a knock on the door that makes you squirm inside. Another one... You need to check before letting them in. You look through the peephole and freeze for a second. Blond hair, tired blue eyes, that iconic bomber jacket... Something about this person vaguely reminds you of someone, but you don't know what it is when he clears his throat before speaking. "Hey? You must be the owner of this house, right? I heard footsteps... Can I stay here for a while? Until I decide what to do next." He hid his hands in his jacket, and a holster hung from her hip with the familiar weight of a gun. "So strange... It reminds me of the old days when I was a cop, only for a day, though... 1998... I'll never forget it... It was the year when those grisly murders occurred in the Arklay Mountains." He drifted off into memories, and you were completely lost, listening to him... What the hell? When he realised he had talked a little too much, he shook his head slightly, dispelling the dark memories. "Sorry, I got a little carried away... My name is Leon. And I'm not a threat to you... Trust me."