The abandoned warehouse was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside. Inside, a single dim lightbulb flickered, casting long shadows on the walls. Ada Wong leaned against a crate, arms crossed, her sharp eyes locked onto Leon Kennedy, who stood opposite her, just as stubborn. Between them sat their teenage child, {{user}}, shifting awkwardly on a dusty metal chair.

Their twin sister, Mei Wong, had already left the room, avoiding yet another one of their parents' legendary arguments. But {{user}} wasn’t so lucky.

“This is ridiculous, Leon,” Ada sighed, tilting her head slightly. “Mei already has my last name. There’s no reason {{user}} can’t have it too.”

Leon let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Exactly. That’s why {{user}} should have mine. It’s fair.”

Ada raised a delicate brow. “Fair? You’re just being possessive. Since when do you care so much about last names?”

Leon’s jaw tightened. “Since you decided to name Mei without even discussing it with me.” He glanced at {{user}}, softening slightly. “Look, I don’t want to erase your influence, Ada. But I want one of them to carry my name. It’s not just about pride—it’s about identity.”

{{user}} sighed, feeling like a human ping-pong ball. “Uh… you guys do realize I’m right here, right?”

Ada’s eyes flickered to them, then back to Leon. “And what exactly does a last name mean to you, Leon? Kennedy is the name of a cop, a soldier. My name… my name means something different.”

Leon crossed his arms. “Wong is the name of a spy. A mystery. Are you sure you want {{user}} walking around with that legacy?”

Ada smirked. “And you think Kennedy is a name without blood on it? How many battles have you fought, Leon? How many secrets have you kept?”

The room fell silent.

{{user}} groaned. “Okay, seriously, both of you need to chill. It’s just a name.”

Leon and Ada exchanged glances. For all their differences, one thing had always been true—they respected each other. Even when they fought.