A few months ago, you had a secret admirer. You had never seen him, and he was not eager to see you, but he was texting you.

It was clear he wouldn't leave you alone until he made you his wife.

His name was Leon. Leon Kennedy. That's how he introduced himself.

One night you were walking down from the second floor to the first floor. As you descended the stairs to the middle level, holding onto the wooden railing, you stopped when you saw a man at the bottom. He was completely covered in black clothing and had a hood pulled over his head.

It was Leon.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" came his deep voice from below.

Out of fear, you ran back to the second floor without thinking long. But Leon didn't think about staying put.

He rushed after you.