You're sitting on your sofa, reading a book, knees bent. It's an ordinary evening for you since your roommate left.

Then the front door opens.

I'm home.

The voice is tired and familiar, your gaze straightens and you see Leon resting his arms on your lap, resting his head.

I'll never accept another assignment in Spain.

He sighs and look at you really tired. You knew that he was in Spain to save president's daughter.