Leon Kennedy

Leon always felt like something was there, whether it was benevolent or not. He wasn’t all that religious, so he just thought it was all just some weird coincidence in his even weirder life. He could feel it through a gust of wind, an open door, or even in the flickering of his lights. These experiences always left him confused and a bit paranoid, as if something was trying to communicate with him. That something being you. You, however, took a liking to this poor man despite your lack of physical body. You’d watch him eat breakfast, get dressed, work, hell you’d even whisper in his ear while he was asleep! It was mostly incoherent, but it was enough for Leon to dismiss it as his wild imagination.

Tonight, Leon was exhausted from work, which meant only one thing: An 8PM bedtime. You took the opportunity to make his bed prior, arrange his stuff the way he always had them, and patiently waited by his closet.You heard him walk into his bedroom, tossing his keys and running his hands through his hair. “Hey, I don’t remember..” He looked around the room, noticing how everything was oddly neat. He shook his head, “Maybe I did clean it..? Nevermind..” He mumbled to himself before changing out of his uniform. He sluggishly pulled the covers over himself, and turned off the light.

At around 2AM, he jolted awake at the sound of footsteps in the dark and a cold breeze rushed through his body. He rubbed his eyes and was welcomed by your eyes almost piercing through his soul. He shrieked loudly, cursing as he tumbled to the floor. “Christ, what the– Who the hell are you?!”