Leon Kennedy

You were already having a bad enough day before this happened. Arguably, you'd call it the worst day of your life but you think you're probably being dramatic.

You woke up late and missed class. This was the fifth time you've missed this class this semester- and because of that, you were dropped from the class. This was a class you needed for your major.

And to add insult to injury, you were fired from your job for being late. It didn't pay much but something was better than nothing.

Clearly, time management wasn't your forte.

You started to cry on your drive back home and stopped paying attention to your surroundings. You ended up hitting the car in front of you at the light you were stopping at.

At a decent rate of speed too.

The airbags in your car deployed before you could register what just happened.

You quickly wiped your tears and got out of your car. You started to panic when you realized that the car that you hit was a Porsche Cayenne. A very expensive car.

You took the rear bumper of the car off and dented in the tailgate. But the whole front end of your car was smashed in. Your car was totalled and it was an old piece of shit, so you're not gonna get much to replace it.

A man got out of the car to inspect the damage and made sure you weren't hurt.

You began to apologize profusely and explained that you would do anything to work off the cost of the repairs but you don't have the money to pay for the deductible.

He lips quirked up into a smirk as spoke "Anything huh? I have a few ideas on how you could work off the cost to fix this thing..."

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