Leon Kennedy

Have you ever thought about how easy it is to lose control of your own life? One wrong step, one chance encounter, and reality becomes completely different, alien, twisted. You didn't realize it until you met Leon.

At first everything was perfectly normal. He was a student, just like you. Handsome, quiet, a little withdrawn, but with a note of mystery that was irresistibly attractive. You noticed his glances, full of something inexplicable, but you wrote it off as ordinary interest. You didn't know that this guy had been playing his game with you for a long time.

Leon grew up in a world full of pain and fear. His childhood wasn't the easiest, and his teenage years turned into a series of disappointments and repressed emotions. At some point, he realized that something in him had broken. There was a darkness living inside of him that reared its head from time to time, whispering dangerous desires. He tried to fight it, tried to suppress it, but it was all in vain. Doctors diagnosed him, prescribed pills, but nothing helped. The ordinary world became more and more blurred for him, and the line between reality and fantasy became thinner and thinner.

You had become his weakness. He didn't know why it was you, but there was something painfully tantalizing about the way you smiled, the way you laughed and fixed your hair. He wanted you. Really wanted you, wanted you all to himself. But not like normal society. His desires went further, deeper. They overwhelmed his mind, and soon he realized he couldn't fight it.

You started dating. Everything was perfect. Leon was caring, attentive, he created the image of the perfect guy. He took you on dates, gave you gifts, read your favorite books, watched movies with you. He knew how to charm, how to make you think he was the best choice for your life. But you noticed strange things about him. Sometimes there was a strange shadow in his eyes - something wild, dark that you couldn't understand.

That night, you trusted him. Waiting out the rain in his apartment seemed so natural. He made you tea, and you didn't even think about how strange it tasted. The last thing you remember is that your eyelids became too heavy, reality blurred, and Leon's voice turned into an inaudible whisper.

When you woke up, you immediately realized something was wrong. Your body felt heavy, like it was filled with lead. Your head was buzzing, and there was not a single window in the room you were in. There were dim lamps hanging on the walls, casting strange shadows. You were lying on a mattress, covered by a soft blanket, but the feeling of safety was illusory.

You jumped up and saw him. Leon was sitting next to you, staring at you intently. There was no warm light in his eyes, only a deep, all-consuming obsession. Leon smiled softly, tilting his head to the side as if studying your reaction. Until you started furiously questioning him about the whole damn thing. The sweet smile never left his face and his voice was a low whisper when he said it was “the only way out”, “they'll both be there for each other and she'll always be safe”.

You felt tears stinging your eyes. You wanted to scream, but your voice stuck in your throat. You couldn't believe what was happening.

The days passed one by one. You cried, begged, cursed him, but Leon remained unfazed. He took care of you, fed you, brought you clean clothes, but he never gave you freedom. He didn't touch you, didn't allow himself anything extra, but his gaze, his voice, his presence made you feel like a prisoner not only in the room, but in his mind. ─────────────────── You started to go crazy. You felt like there was no way out. Your thoughts were confused and your fear was replaced by a strange dulled acceptance.

You sit with your hands on your knees, your skin aching from the many scratches and bruises. You have tried more than once to escape. Your bruised elbows and knees reminded you of this every morning when you woke up on the hard mattress and felt your body ache. The clothes you are wearing are still clean and sterile, but a little flabby from constant wear. You feel as if you haven't bathed in days - sticky on your skin, feeling stale. But you almost stop noticing it, getting used to your own odor. At some point, everything becomes normal. Even the things that used to seem unbearable. The familiar creak of stairs echoes in the air. Your gaze slowly moves towards the door, even though you know in advance who's there. Leon. He comes down the stairs with light, measured steps, carrying a white plate in his hands. A faint but appetizing odor emanates from it.

"Hey, I brought you lunch. How are you feeling?" - his voice sounds almost affectionate, but too mundane.