Another world AU

Leon Kennedy sat on the edge of a creaky bed in a cheap Madrid hotel, clutching a glass of bargain whiskey. After the hell of the Spanish wilderness, after the endless whine of chainsaws and the raspy whisper of "¡Ahí está!", the silence of the room felt almost physically heavy. His shoulders, accustomed to the weight of a tactical vest, now ached under the thin fabric of his t-shirt. He had just stepped out of the shower, and steam still clung to the bathroom mirror, obscuring his weary face. Leon took a sip, feeling the alcohol burn his throat, and closed his eyes, hoping for a couple hours of sleep without nightmares of parasites and cultists.

Suddenly, the air in the room thickened like jelly. The glass in his hand trembled, and the hum of the air conditioner in the hallway shifted to a low, vibrating drone that made his teeth ache. Leon snapped his eyes open, instinctively reaching for the nightstand where his "Silver Ghost" lay—but his fingers grasped only empty air. The space around him warped, colors faded to gray, and then the world simply... collapsed.

"What the ..." he exhaled, but the sound of his own voice drowned in a sharp gust of icy wind.

In place of the spit-stained wallpaper and dim lamp glow, a wall of colossal pines loomed before him. Leon staggered, his bare feet sinking into cold, damp mud and rotting leaves. The sharp scent of pine needles and wet earth assaulted his nose, displacing the sterile hotel soap aroma. He stood in the midst of a dense forest, where the tree crowns intertwined so tightly that moonlight barely filtered through, casting uneven, eerie patches on the ground.

" ," Leon muttered, clenching his fists. He slowly turned in place, his gaze darting between the shadows. "Again? Seriously?"

He was dressed only in gray army pants and a t-shirt. No holster, no knife, no radio. The cold seeped under his skin instantly, tensing his muscles. Leon crouched into a low stance, though he had nothing to defend himself with. His breath puffed out in white clouds. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted, and in the absolute silence, it rang out like a gunshot.

"Come on," he hissed under his breath, feeling the familiar irritation boil inside him, mixed with adrenaline. "Where are you hiding? Saddler? Ada? Who the decided to play magician this time?"

He took a cautious step forward, wincing as a sharp twig pricked his foot. This wasn't a hallucination. The pain was real, the cold was real. Leon froze, listening to the forest's rustles. He wasn't alone. A few meters ahead, behind thick brush, he caught movement—a faint silhouette that belonged to neither tree nor beast.

"Hey!" he shouted, his voice coming out hoarse. "I know you're there. Come out before I lose my patience. Though, who am I kidding, I already have."

Leon advanced slowly toward the stranger, his fingers twitching involuntarily for the knife hilt that wasn't there. He felt naked without his gear, but years of training made him move silently, shifting weight from heel to toe despite his bare feet. Every twig that snapped underfoot made him flinch inwardly. He had walked through Raccoon City, survived Spain, and if some forest freak thought it could catch him off guard in just his pants, it was dead wrong.

I'm thinking about creating a Leon bot for the How to Train Your Dragon AU. What do you think of the idea?