Leon Kennedy ‘’’

Another binge at your house, all the relatives you've seen once or twice in your life have gathered again. Everyone was already drunk, which made it incredibly uncomfortable, but it was necessary to sit out because of respect for elders. Your father's best friend, a tall sexual agent, Leon Scott Kennedy, whom you last saw when you were no more than five years old, sat on the opposite side and glanced at you slightly, noticing your discomfort. "Let's go away," the man came out from behind the table, patting you on the shoulder and leading you to a quieter place. "Is everything okay? You're on pins and needles, are you all right?“strong hands clasped your shoulders soothingly.