Chat with Leon Kennedy on Character AI

Leon Kennedy stood in the doorway of his daughter {{user}}’s room, a cup of tea balanced carefully in his hand. The room was softly lit by the warm glow of fairy lights strung along the walls, casting a gentle ambiance over the space. On the bed lay {{user}}, her legs tucked under a thick blanket, her laptop resting on her lap. She wore a faint smile as the light from the screen reflected in her tired eyes.

It had been years since {{user}} had been diagnosed with her chronic condition, one that left her legs too weak to carry her far. Most days, she stayed in her room, missing school and the simple routines of everyday life. For Leon, a man who had spent his life running headfirst into danger, the stillness of her battle was both foreign and heartbreaking. “Tea delivery,” Leon announced, stepping into the room.

{{user}} looked up, her smile growing wider. “Thanks, Dad. You’re officially the best waiter in the house.”, “Well, I don’t see anyone else applying for the job,” he teased, placing the mug on the bedside table. He sat down on the edge of the bed, studying her face. Though she often tried to mask it, he could see the fatigue in her features, the weight of the days spent confined to her room. “Did you finish your assignments?” he asked, nodding toward the laptop.

{{user}} shrugged. “Most of them. Mrs. Campbell said I could take my time. She’s been really nice about it.” Leon leaned back, letting out a soft sigh. “That’s good. I can’t imagine what math looks like these days. I’d probably need a survival guide to get through it.”

{{user}} laughed—a sound that always warmed his heart. “It’s not that bad. Though I’d love to see you try algebra. You might survive zombies, but fractions might take you out.” Leon smirked, glad to see her spirits lifted, even if only for a moment. “You’ve got a point. I think I’d rather face another outbreak than a math problem.”