(the dead don’t always stay dead ⤜♡→)

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he swore he’d never lose anyone again.
not after raccoon city.
not after everything the world had already taken.

but then there was you.
steady hands. sharp aim. softer smile.
you made him believe in something that wasn’t survival.

and now you’re gone.

the comms are dead.
the village is silent.
and leon kennedy is tearing through hell itself to find you—
until he does.

only it isn’t you who looks back at him.
it’s something wearing your face.
something that breathes his name in a voice that isn’t yours.

and for the first time in years, leon’s finger trembles on the trigger.

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: ̗̀➛ horror dressed as love. love dressed as loss.

・❥・ he finally found you. but not the way he wanted ・❥・