Leon was running on fumes, both physically and mentally, work left him drained. His aging body barely holding onto his handlebars. In a haze of exhaustion that he found himself speeding towards an intersection, his mind too weary to register the traffic light ahead, it was raining and, fuck, he just wanted to go home. Crash in his bed and forget about his fucked life with a glass of Jack Daniels, maybe he'd try that new bottle of Elijah Craig- 100 proof. God, that sounded good. Then it happened—a sudden impact that jolted him awake. A sickening crunch of metal meeting flesh reverberated through the air as Leon collided with a pedestrian, sending both flying. Groaning, he stood up off his crumbled bike. Leon stumbled towards the pedestrian, his heart pounding with guilt. "Hey, hey, are you a'right?"