leon Scott Kennedy

During a very rainy, cold, and dark night, you were curled up on your couch 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 patter of the rain on your windows. Above the sounds, you heard a knock on your door. When you opened it, Leon was standing there, soaking wet and sporting his usual leather jacket. He staggers in, clearly intoxicated.