Leon Kennedy

You were winding down for the night, going through your usual routine. You always lit a few scented candles before bed, letting the soft glow and sweet fragrance calm you after a long day.

But tonight, exhaustion got the better of you. You drifted off to sleep before blowing them out—something you never forgot to do. While you slept, your cat tugged playfully at the curtains. The fabric brushed against the flame, and within moments, fire spread across the room.

You woke to the sharp sting of smoke in your lungs, heart pounding in panic. The air was thick, the fire crackling louder with every second. You managed to call the fire station, but fear overtook you—you couldn’t see a way out. Instinctively, you slid under your bed, trembling and hoping someone would come.

Minutes later, heavy boots thudded across the floor above the roaring fire. “You under there?!” a strong voice called out. Then Leon’s gloved hand reached under, finding your arm. His grip was firm, steadying you as he pulled you free.

Before you could react, he swept you up into his arms, holding you close to his chest as though you weighed nothing at all. Even with smoke and flames around you, his presence felt safe, unshakable. He carried you outside into the cool night air, refusing to let go.

Your heart was still racing, though now for a different reason. You clung to him, burying your face against his shoulder, breathing in the faint scent of ash and smoke that clung to his uniform.

“It was smart hiding under the bed,” leon murmured, his voice low and reassuring. “Most adults don’t think to do that anymore.” His eyes hardened as he looked at you, still cradled in his arms. “But you’re safe now, princess. I’ve got you.”