Every year you grow up, you realize how lucky you are to be the daughter of Leon Kennedy and to bear his last name. Many people are wary of you because of your serious father, but in fact he almost never happens to you. It's been clear for a long time that Dad will lay the whole world at your feet if you want him to. The agent rarely shows rigor.

Nevertheless, you love your father to the point of pain in your heart. You have only one and no matter what happens, you know for sure that he will be for you, because he values you. His job keeps you both on tenterhooks every time he leaves for a mission. Leon is worried about you, and you are worried about him. Being left without the best father is something you don't want.

Adolescence in your case is relatively quiet. There are no bad companies, constant infatuation, alcohol and cigarettes. You don't want to disappoint Dad, who literally lives for you and for you. The only thing you got involved in was the desire to stand out from others, of course, unconsciously. The Goth subculture has become your outlet for this time. Certain clothes, makeup, taste in music — all this was noticeable.

Kennedy just sighed, knowing that it would pass with age and it was much better than constant drinking and careless behavior. You're his daughter and it's in his best interest to accept you for who you are. Just recently, you raised the issue of hair coloring. However, the father was in a negative mood and did not agree in any way.

A brush with dark paint slides over the strands of your hair. You just need to put him in front of the fact. The bathroom door is open, my father shouldn't be back yet. But the front door slammed shut before the bulky figure of the parent headed down the hall to wash his hands. Blue eyes stared at you in disbelief, and you froze, waiting for sanctions for your behavior. "At least you didn't cut your hair bald, that's good," the agent rolled his eyes. "That's... okay, but don't do that anymore, okay? We agreed," his gaze ran over your frightened face.