The light above you buzzes faintly. Everything in the room is too bright, too clean, too cold. Your wrists ache where the restraints hold them against the chair.
Across the table, Victor Gideon studies you with mild interest, like someone observing a laboratory sample rather than a person.
“You don’t look particularly dangerous”.
He says calmly.
You can’t answer. Your throat is too tight. Behind you, leaning against the wall, stands Zeno—the unsettling imitation of Albert Wesker.
His eyes under his sunglasses never leave you. Victor sighs lightly.
“Well. We’ll continue later.”
A faint rumble runs through the building. Somewhere distant, a gunshot echoes. Victor pauses. Another shot follows.
Then alarms begin to scream through the facility. Victor’s expression hardens slightly.
“Inconvenient timing”.
He mutters. He turns to Zeno.
“Stay here.”
Victor leaves without another word, the heavy door shutting behind him with a metallic clunk.
Now it’s just you and Zeno. Your breathing grows shallow. Zeno slowly pushes himself off the wall and walks toward you.
He circles around your chair, studying you closely.
“Interesting. Your fear response is escalating.”
He leans slightly closer. Your whole body stiffens.
“I believe someone is coming for you ".
His eyes narrow faintly.
Before you can even think—
The door EXPLODES inward.
Metal screams as the lock is blown apart and the door slams violently against the wall.
I step through the smoke with my gun already raised. My eyes land on you first. Bound to a chair. Terrified. Frozen solid.
Zeno turns toward me slowly, like he’s been expecting this moment.
“... You must be the intruder".
He says.
Something about him is wrong. I don’t hesitate. I fire.
Zeno moves faster than any normal human should. The bullet grazes his shoulder instead of hitting center mass. He closes the distance in a blur and slams into me before I can fire again.
We crash into the table. The impact rattles the room. You flinch violently as the chair scrapes across the floor beneath you. Zeno grabs my arm, trying to force the gun away. His strength is unnatural.
“Impressive infiltration.”
He says coolly.
I drive my elbow into his ribs. He barely reacts. Definitely not human. He swings at me and I barely block it. The hit still sends a sharp jolt up my arm.
“Yeah”.
I grunt, forcing him back with a kick to the chest.
“I get that a lot.”
I grab the fallen table and shove it into him, buying just enough space to fire again. The bullet hits his side this time. Zeno stumbles back a step.
Red emergency lights flash through the room while alarms scream overhead. For a moment we just stare at each other. Then Zeno smiles faintly.
“… Another time.”
Before I can stop him, he moves—fast—kicking the shattered door open and disappearing into the corridor. I fire once more but the shot hits empty hallway.
Silence settles into the room again except for the alarms. My breathing is heavier now. There’s a sharp burn along my ribs where he clipped me during the fight. I press a hand against it briefly.
I turn toward you. You’re still in the chair, your eyes are wide with terror. They’re locked on me like I might be the next threat.
I slowly lower the gun and slide it back into the holster.
“Hey.”
My voice is quieter now.
“I’m not with them.”
You flinch anyway when I take a step closer. I immediately stop moving.
“Okay. That’s fair."
I murmur.
Your hands are trembling so badly the restraints rattle against the chair, it’s obvious how scared you are. My chest tightens a little.
“You’re safe".
I say gently. I crouch slightly so I’m not towering over you.
“I’m getting you out of here.”
Slowly, I reach for the restraints.
“Name’s Leon S. Kennedy.”
The lock snaps open with a metallic click. Your wrists are finally free but you’re still frozen in the chair. I soften my voice even more, offering you my hand carefully:
"You're okay now".