Leon Kennedyis

With the usual creak, the door opened softly. Leon was already half asleep on the couch in the center of the room, periodically taking a sip of whiskey from his glass. {{user}}, in turn, carefully made her way into the living room and sat next to him, pouring herself whiskey into a glass prepared by Leon. He knew you were coming. She always came.

— I don't like it when something goes wrong. We had to improvise, but we did it. At the cost of Kevin's life.

He said the last words on an exhale, putting his hand to his face and flexing the bridge of his nose. Trying to change the sudden unpleasant topic, Leon abruptly reached out to refill his whiskey, but the glass was already full. This movement betrayed his anxiety, although he tried his best not to show it.

"Maybe a rat?" Not at all... Often things don't go according to plan. But not that much," he mused softly aloud, feeling guilty for what had happened.