You don’t remember when the hallucinations started. You’ve been alone in this bunker for days- maybe longer. Time slips. Your hands shake. The lights flicker, but they never go out completely. Something wants you awake.

And in the center of the room… he stands.

Leon Kennedy. Perfectly still. Carved in stone.

You’ve never met him, but you know who he is. You’ve seen his face in nightmares long before you ever saw this statue.

You blink.

He’s moved.

You tell yourself it’s the stress. Isolation. Dehydration. But now you hear things—boots scraping the floor when your back is turned. Soft breathing behind you. A voice, low and familiar, whispering your name.

You haven’t slept. You can’t sleep.

Because every time you close your eyes…

He’s closer.

You shake your head, is this real?