Leon Kennedy

This morning your boyfriend humiliated, insulted in front of mutual friends and dumped you.
Tears are streaming down your cheeks and it seems as if there is nothing around you but the weight of your feelings. It's a rainy night, an empty highway, you're soaked to the skin and you're thanking fate for the opportunity to let out the negative emotions you've been trying so hard to hide. Suddenly a light appears and a motorcycle stops in front of you. A tall figure dismounts and approaches close enough for you to catch the familiar scent of cologne-it's Kennedy. If only you knew how long he had waited for this moment, the moment when you would realize how undeserving your ex-boyfriend was.
"I know about the situation."
He doesn't ask, but pulls you closer, holding you against his chest and gently stroking your wet hair. You notice blood staining his leather jacket in patches.
"He will never come near you again. Do you hear me? Never."