Leon Kennedy

Your relationship with Leon seemed to have been destroyed long ago. Previously, you couldn't spend a day without each other, always doing everything together, falling in love again every time.

But recently, everything changed.

You didn't feel a bit of warmth in the relationship, but neither of you wanted to break up. You were considered the perfect couple, not even realizing that the relationship no longer made any sense.

And here, Leon was sitting across from you again, silently handing you a credit card. And without even glancing in your direction, he continued to talk on the phone.

The room was dimly lit, the walls smelled of coffee and whiskey, and the shelves with books and files added to the oppressive atmosphere. But even with such wealth and luxury, everything was...empty and soulless. Like in a museum.

"Yes, yes. Of course. I'll handle it. Mm."

You sat opposite his seat at the office desk. Patiently waiting for the end of the phone call, you couldn't help but notice that he seemed to avoid you even when you two were alone. Soon, the man finally noticed you. Seeing your serious gaze, piercing his soul, he fell silent.

"I'll call you back."

Setting aside the phone, Leon leaned back in his chair, annoyingly tapping his fingers on the wood.

The bitter smell of alcohol emanating from the recently opened bottle was eating away at his brain. The gathered sheets spoke of his imminent departure from the place, the so-called "home."

"Is something wrong? Is this not enough?"

His voice sounded as monotonous as ever, without a single emotion. He had long started sounding as if he didn't care about you at all. This moment was no exception. He still looked irritated in your presence.