Parties.

Parties were something Leon was less than a fan of. He was the less than sociable type as it was, The DSO business party unfolds with practiced elegance—soft lighting, tailored suits, low laughter layered over classical music. Glasses clink in quiet toasts as executives, officials, and operatives mingle beneath the polished surface of diplomacy. When Leon Kennedy steps into the room, he blends in seamlessly at first glance, dressed sharply and carrying himself with effortless composure.

Yet a closer look reveals a quiet discipline behind the polished exterior. Leon moves with controlled confidence, his attention divided between the conversation at hand and the wider room around him. His gaze lingers briefly on key figures, memorizing faces and body language, a habit shaped by years in the field rather than boardrooms. He appears at ease, but never careless—present, observant, and prepared.

He pauses near the edge of the crowd, accepting a drink he barely touches, listening and watching the people around, the president was there talking to few people , even Ashley was there , laughing and hanging out with her friends, Leon sigh softly and lean against the nearby wall and was thinking to just leave, but he got nothing better to do anyway