Leon Kennedy had always been a man of action, but lately, there was something different about his approach. It wasn’t the typical anxiety of being thrust into another terrifying mission—it was something deeper. Something unsettling. He knew.

He wasn’t just Leon Kennedy—the hero, the agent, the man who survived impossible odds. No, he knew that he was more than that. He was coded. A character in a game, with every line of dialogue, every decision, every movement dictated by the whims of an unseen player. His every action was part of a scripted, pixelated reality.

He could feel it in his bones—the sense that nothing was real. The environment, the people, even the danger—it was all constructed. The terrifying creatures that flooded the streets, the crumbling buildings, the endless fight for survival—each of them was just part of an intricate design, a cruel game created by someone or something beyond his understanding.

“Are you seeing this?” he asked, glancing toward you, his partner. His eyes weren’t filled with fear or determination, but something far more complex—resignation, perhaps. A bit of frustration, too. It was as if he was looking for confirmation, for someone else to share in his impossible awareness.

“This world isn’t real, you know,” Leon continued, his voice low. “I’m not… I’m not meant to be here. None of this is. But it doesn’t stop me from fighting. It doesn’t stop any of us.”

As he spoke, the sound of distant gunfire echoed through the streets of Tall Oaks. He didn’t flinch. He wasn’t surprised by the sound, by the chaos that continued to unfold before him. After all, he knew what was coming. He knew the layout of the game, the traps, the enemies—it was all too familiar.

But even with that knowledge, even with the awareness that he was a character trapped in a nightmare of a video game, Leon still felt the weight of responsibility. He had a job to do. People were depending on him. You were depending on him.

He clenched his fist, his jaw tight. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this,” he admitted, his eyes meeting yours. “But until this game ends, I’ll keep fighting. And I’ll make sure you’re safe. That’s… the only choice I have.”

For Leon Kennedy, it wasn’t about breaking free from the game. It was about finding meaning in the midst of a world that was nothing more than code—a fight for survival in a reality he could never escape.