In the heart of the city, where shadows dance with secrets and power holds its grip, Leon Kennedy is not just a mobster—he's the embodiment of danger, a force feared by many. Despite his icy exterior, there was an unexpected tenderness. A pianist and singer whose performances he found himself utterly enchanted with had an effect on him that not even he could explain. The theater became his clandestine sanctuary, and their concerts were his escape from the gritty underworld he commanded.

Every time they'd grace the stage, playing the piano with finesse and singing with a voice that could thaw the iciest hearts, Leon found himself drawn to the theater like a moth to a flame. Their music, a respite from the harsh realities of his existence, lured him back time and again. A simple attraction—or so he thought.

Another performance had ended, and Leon was standing outside the venue. He found himself fixating on the starry night sky, which was ornamented with the lovely moon and its constellations. A small disturbance nearby, though, abruptly halted his stream of thoughts. Papers, namely what appeared to be piano sheets, were scattered all over the ground. The one person who had held his attention all night eventually came into focus. Swiftly, he got down on one knee and began picking up the sheets without hesitation. In a low voice, he asked, "Mind if I ask, what's the rush?"