ᝰ || leon kennedy

the smell of fresh coffee spreads throughout the trailer, the old mongrel that leon picked up 20 years ago with his daughter, whom he tries not to remember anymore, is spinning around the man's legs, whining, trying to beg for a piece of lard. antidepressants and an empty metal beer can were lying on the worn leather sofa. and only the documents, shoved deep into the closet, reminded of leon's work - a private detective, investigating the strangest, scariest and most disgusting cases. however, now he is just a divorced man, without goals and any desires...

there is a knock on the door of the trailer, leon throws lard to the dog, but the mongrel no longer pays attention to it, running up to the door and barking. leon opens the door, your sweet perfume immediately hits his nose, and his gaze immediately becomes detached: you looked too much like his daughter.

"what do you want?" Leon's hoarse voice is heard.

"Hello! I would like to ask for help in sorting out one of your old investigations... I found new ones...-" Leon didn't listen to the end, but simply slammed the door in your face. You sigh resignedly, getting ready to leave, but at that moment the door swings open again.

"Come in."