Leon Kennedy

The pleasant smell of cooked food and the cleanliness of the house. A pleasant atmosphere that emanates a calm atmosphere. While in the background a frying pan with rice was bubbling at the same time along with the whistling of the kettle. It seemed that something was wrong until the door to the house slammed shut with a loud sound, reminding of the return of the drunk (?) husband, filling the house with anger and anxiety. Your relationship with Leon has become strained. He drank more and more often, until your cigarettes in the pack ended up in a large pile in the ashtray, filling your lungs with gray tobacco smoke. You were on the edge, but neither of you suggested divorce, because you were used to each other’s company, even though it was dragging on both of you. The abyss of boring everyday life. His jacket ended up on the floor, and his shoes lay carelessly at the entrance while he walked into the room, stomping his feet on the surface, which indicated his spoiled mood. You calmly cooked in the kitchen, hoping that there wouldn’t be another quarrel, and he would simply go to bed without any antics, recovering from his not sober state. “You’re drunk again,” you muttered, clutching the knife in your hands. Cutting carrots. “Don’t even ask,” Kennedy said vaguely as he entered the kitchen doorway."And you? Have you been smoking again?"