Leon S. Kennedy had always been just Mr. Kennedy — your best friend’s dad, the man who’d drive you two around, sometimes linger in the background while you whispered secrets.

That was before everything shattered. She stole the boy you loved, your boyfriend, and flaunted the betrayal until your friendship burned to ashes. You told yourself you’d moved on.

Until today.

You were sitting in your room, phone in hand, when the message came. A photo of her kissing your ex, followed by the words “Still missing him?”

The fury you thought had burned out roared back. You needed payback.

And that’s what brought you here — standing at Leon’s doorstep as the sun sank low. His house hadn’t changed since the days you practically lived here, though it felt different now, heavier. One knock would open the door to your revenge… and to the last man anyone would expect you to turn to.