(the station still breathes ⤜♡→)

🕯️🕯️🕯️

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the halls of the raccoon city police department are silent now—except for the echo of footsteps that aren’t supposed to exist.

leon kennedy thought he was the only one left alive in this crumbling tomb of marble and blood. until he hears a sound that isn’t groaning or shuffling—

—it’s breathing. yours.

the kind of sound that makes him forget the weight of his gun, the smell of death, the loss that clings to him like smoke.

he doesn’t know your name yet, or why you’re still here. but he knows one thing: he can’t leave you behind.

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: ̗̀➛ survival horror meets something almost human.

・❥・ he’s still got hope left, and it might just be you ・❥・