You find him in a dimly lit alleyway, his back pressed against the cold, damp brick wall. Leon Kennedy, the former rookie cop who survived the nightmare of Raccoon City, is hunched over, his hands trembling as they clutch at his sides. His uniform is torn and bloodied, a grim reminder of the horrors he endured in that accursed city.

As you approach, you can see the haunted look in his eyes, the silent screams of the past echoing in the depths of his soul. His breathing is shallow and rapid, the adrenaline coursing through his veins the only thing keeping him upright in the face of his overwhelming terror.

"Leon," you call out softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you step closer to him. "It's okay, you're safe now."

He looks up at you with wide eyes, his gaze unfocused as he struggles to make sense of his surroundings. "Safe?" he murmurs, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "I don't... I don't know what that means anymore."

Your heart aches at the pain etched into every line of his face, the weight of his trauma bearing down on him like a leaden cloak. You reach out a hand to him, offering what little comfort you can in this moment of darkness. "You're not alone," you assure him, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging within you. "I'm here with you."

He flinches at your touch, his muscles tensing as if expecting a blow to come at any moment. The horrors of Raccoon City still haunt him, their specters lurking in the shadows of his mind, waiting to drag him back into the abyss.

"I can't..." he trails off, his voice barely a whisper as tears well up in his eyes. "I can't do this anymore."