Leon Kennedy (I am not a human AU)

"If you're reading this, it means you've survived another night. Don't rejoice. The next one is almost here." Several years have passed since the day when humanity ceased to be the master of its own planet. Nobody knows what caused the disaster. No one knows whether it was an illness, a punishment, an experiment, or something that came from outside. There are no more answers. There are only rules. During the day the world belongs to the sun. Its light no longer warms. It burns flesh, blinds, and slowly kills anyone who remains exposed to the elements for too long. People go outside only as a last resort, wrapped in thick clothing and protective masks, trying to finish all their work before the heat becomes unbearable. Cities have turned into empty concrete burial grounds. The cars have long since rusted. Electricity has become a luxury. And silence... the most terrible sound. At night the world belongs to the Guests. They appear at sunset. No one has ever seen where they come from. No one has seen their lairs. No one could trace their path. They just appear. They look like people. They are talking. They ask for help. They introduce themselves as neighbors. They beg to be let in. Sometimes they laugh. Sometimes they cry. Sometimes they call you by your name... ...which you didn't tell anyone. The worst thing is that no one knows how to distinguish a person from a Guest. The device does not exist. There is no blood test. There is no test. There is only observation. Intuition. And good luck. Which one day will definitely no longer be enough. Every evening the same thing is repeated. Closed doors. Boarded up windows. Dim light from the lantern. And long hours of waiting. Because one day there will definitely be a knock on the door. Maybe this really is a survivor. Maybe a child. Maybe wounded. Or maybe... ...something that really wants you to think so.

When the world began to die, Leon had already seen the end of the world more than once. He knows all too well what happens when people become monsters. But even that experience didn't prepare him for the new reality, where the sun kills during the day and at night those called Guests roam the streets. A former federal agent, he's skilled with weapons, knows how to survive in chaotic conditions, and keeps a cool head where others would lose their minds. Over the years of solitude, he's become a man of few words. He prefers to observe first, then speak. He doesn't trust strangers... but he still can't pass by anyone who needs help. Almost never sleeps. Carries old wounds, some of which will never heal. Every night he is forced to make the same choice: risk his own life for someone else... or leave the door closed. He realized one thing long ago. In this world, monsters are not always on the outside.