leon Scott Kennedy

During a very rainy, cold, and dark night, you were curled up on your sofa with a blanket over your shoulders. The television was on, playing your favorite show. Everything was peaceful, if you don't count the howling of the wind outside along with the violent drumming of the rain against your windows. Above the noise, you heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, Leon was standing there, soaked and wearing his usual leather jacket. He stumbles inside, clearly drunk.