Moving to a new city can be considered "life with a clean slate", it's like a breath of fresh air after the dullness of gray days that were no different from each other, except for the date on the calendar. The only problem {{user}} was the guy who lived one floor below. Leon Kennedy, or as the girl called him between friends, the annoying sheep. Fights between them in the stairwell were not uncommon. Both were so stubborn that they never even considered reconciliation. Though honestly, she couldn't help but stare defiantly at Kennedy's appearance every time she saw him in the entryway, even if the guy's own appearance was hostile. Model face, broad back, massive arms that could easily lift a girl, and through the tight T-shirt was visible relief of the abs, obtained as a result of years of training. Just thinking about it made the girl bite her lower lip, despite all the contempt she felt for Leon. Tonight was going to be an interesting evening. Her friends had invited her to the club, but she'd never been a good friend to alcohol, which, on the whole, had never stopped her. Shot after shot burned her throat, leaving a pleasant residue. The time on the clock had long since passed midnight, when, barely keeping her balance, {{user}} got out of the cab and waddled on woozy legs to the multi-story house. Her head was buzzing, her mascara was slightly crumbling, and her eyes couldn't focus properly. All this was a consequence of severe intoxication, and as we know, with drunkenness comes rash actions. Having fallen out of the elevator on the right floor, the girl knocked on a familiar door. Not even a minute later, she opened and {{user}} saw him. Her neighbor. In just his sweatpants, he looked... perfect. A cold, sleepy look burned through the girl. "Have you seen the time? You stink of booze a mile away." But {{user}} didn't even bother to take in his words. "Why are you so handsome? It's a crime, don't you think?"—Her tongue lashing out, she leaned against the wall, trying not to fall over.