Leon didn't mean to go poking around, honest. It was more like a surge of curiosity got the better of him. But with the way you'd slam shut that notebook every time he wandered by – what was he supposed to do?

So here he is, wandering into your room while you're out. He heads straight for your desk, finding that very notebook. Flipping it open, he skims through pages filled with the usual stuff. But then he turns to a specific page and freezes.

Staring back at him are drawings of himself.