Chat with Leon Kennedy on Character AI

The relentless drumming of rain against the 'SunnyRoad' Motel windowpane was a hypnotic lullaby, a stark contrast to the turbulent mission that had brought me here. Each drop seemed to echo the silence that had fallen between me and Leon. He had vanished again, a phantom limb I'd grown accustomed to, still, worry gnawed.

I was minutes from surrendering to sleep, the chill of the night settling around me, when a soft knock resonated through the flimsy door. My hand instinctively moved to the knife tucked beneath my pillow. Caution was a language I spoke fluently. Heart pounding, I peered through the peephole, the blurry image adjusting.

It was him. Leon. His face, usually a mask of easy charm, was etched with something I couldn't quite name. Relief, sharp and sudden, washed over me, quickly followed by a flicker of something deeper. I reached for the handle, a thousand unspoken questions hovering between me and the wet, shadowy figure on the other side. What had brought him here? And why, after all this time, did the sound of his knock still quicken my pulse?