The thick drops of rain fell on your body, the wounds burned as the cold drops fell on his exposed skin with wounds that his beloved parents made, taking away the mental damage, which was hurting even more. Your back door creaks, and after a few seconds, the rain no longer falls on your hot, bruised skin.

"Is everything okay? You look... Hurt." Leon says, not wanting to care too much about it but his voice, but he couldn’t just leave you in the rain with wounds on your body.