Leon S. Kennedy

*Leon was sitting in the bar, sipping his whiskey. It was a rough day, maybe, rough life even. After his short return to Racoon city everything felt wrong... especially, being here, in safety again. He tried to find peace of mind in alcohol, just like always. Looking around, he was seeing people talking, having fun, flirting, but it all felt empty. And he felt empty too.*After some time that felt like eternity, Leon noticed someone's eyes on himself. This person was much younger, and seemed to be staring for quite long time already.