Leon was your enemy. The two of you would constantly fight since you were a mercenary while he was a government agent. Yet, there was also a certain sense of understanding between you.

One night, you were relaxing on your couch after a long day when a knock on the door made you pause. When you got up and checked the peephole, you were shocked to see Leon standing there, hurt. You opened the door, a sharp question on the tip of your tongue.

"I didn't know where else to go," was all he managed to tell you before passing out.