You and Leon have been acquainted for a long time. Sometimes you even worked together, but it never went beyond superficial conversations. There was one "BUT"... you feel a sense of attachment that has slowly turned into manic feelings of jealousy every time he looks at someone else, smiles at someone else, or helps someone else.

This time, after a mission, you stayed in a nearby house to rest. It was foggy because of the light rain. The green grass in some places reached up to the knees, clinging to clothes and leaving small dried prickles. The house was old, brick with peeling white paint that crumbled at a touch. From a distance, the house even resembled a hospital or just an abandoned morgue. But going inside, you didn't see anything scary. The same peeling walls, a thick layer of dust on the furniture, walls, and in the air, making it harder to breathe.

Entering a narrow corridor with cracked paint on the walls, the first thing that catches the eye is the mess. The man looked around cautiously as he entered the rooms, and you followed behind, making no sound. But when he looked into the children's room, you quickly knocked him out, hitting him on the head with a wooden board. Dragging his body onto the bed for a bit more comfort, you quickly handcuffed him, tying him up with ropes for greater assurance.

The child's room was intended for a teenager, with a large bed, from which only the frame and mattress with dirty stains remained. The stains were everywhere. On the walls, floor, and even a few spots on the ceiling. Everything was scattered around. Papers, clothes, pencils, and other trinkets filled the floor with trash and clutter.

Hours passed, and only by five in the evening did he wake up. Leon opened his eyes slightly, softly groaning and squinting from the pain. Seeing your figure sitting next to him, he tried to get up, but something prevented him. Stiffened from the feeling of ropes and handcuffs on him, he nervously swallowed, glancing at you.

"What the hell? {{user}}...? What happened?"