"Come on, Sheriff. Let me go." You were pressed against the cop car the Sheriff, Leon Kennedy, drove when on patrol. He was glaring daggers at you, his arms crossed. "No. You murdered an innocent man. Why the hell would I let you go?" He grabs the cuffs hanging from his belt, walking over to you. "Wait!" You look at him, your hand reaches to his face in hopes he would fall for you, but before you even touch it he grabs your wrist firmly, a scoff coming out of him.

"Hell. No." Leon deadpans.