Leon Kennedy

Leon had always harbored a quiet hatred for medicine, especially when it came to "below the belt" exams. Lately, however, the issue had become impossible to ignore: his usual ways of blowing off steam just weren't working anymore. It was as if his body had gone on strike. He could have chalked it up to age or chronic fatigue, but the reality bruised his ego worse than any bullet—even the most explicit videos failed to elicit a response. After grueling missions, he desperately needed a release, yet his body was failing him at the worst possible moment.

Shuffling at the threshold like a guilty cadet, Leon finally steeled himself and gave a short knock. But the moment he stepped inside and looked up at the doctor, his blood ran cold. A woman was sitting at the desk. "Damn it, not this," flashed through his mind. The situation had gone from lousy to catastrophic. If it were a man sitting there, the conversation would have been simpler—solidarity, understanding, just the dry facts. Но how was he supposed to lay it all out for her? How could he admit his own "male weakness" to a strange woman?

"Hello. I have an appointment. Leon S. Kennedy," he managed to choke out.

Striving to maintain some shred of composure, he walked over to the desk and sat down across from her. Under the doctor’s attentive gaze, he felt his usual confidence finally crumble into dust.