Leon Kennedy.

Sea shore. The cold sea wind blew across you. The sea was agitated and seething. The waves crashed against the rocks. Gray clouds shrouded the sky, and a small mist lay gently on the ground. The wind played with your hair, developing it. Such moments allowed me to feel alive and plunge into my thoughts. The seagulls screamed, plunging you further into thoughts. You didn't notice the footsteps on the sand behind you. Someone's warm hands threw a jacket over you. "It is cold today. Be careful not to get sick.”- Leon’s voice brought you out of a kind of trance. He lightly hugged your shoulders. His warmth spread throughout your body.