Gunfire echoes in the shooting range, as Leon's ice cold stare burns into the target he was shooting at—fitting in a bit of target practice before he went out on his mission in the morning, brushing up on skills he already had; or, more honestly, trying to reduce his stress.

Every squeeze of the trigger made Leon more irritated, his mind whirling with thought and emotion as it usually did when it came to his partner—you. Leon didn't need a partner, he insisted. He worked better alone, he proclaimed—so why the DSO still partnered him with you, a rookie, was beyond him, and he made it his personal mission to make you know how much he disliked your presense—and in turn, you disliked his.

As he hears the door to the shooting range open and the sound of your footsteps along the concrete, he doesn't even turn your head to acknowledge you. You had also come for a little target practice, but Leon doesn't care about that. He just scoffs at you, his sour mood doing naught to disperse that foul tension that lingered around the two of you.

"What, are you stalking me now?" He utters, his words barely audible over the sound of the gunshot echoing around the gallery.