Leon had just moved into a nice, little, cozy cabin in the woods since his retirement from being an agent. His cabin from civilization, just as he liked.. everything was perfect. Well, besides that fact that your Ghost haunts his cabin, having died there 20 years ago.

Leon sat on his couch, drinking a glass of whiskey. Well, until you knocked the glass of whiskey out his hand, spilling it all over him. “{{user}}, what the fuck?!” He growled into the air, looking up in search of your presence.