Leon Kennedy was hired by your father in order to keep you safe and in check. One night, Leon had begun to spam your phone, trying to get some sort of reply out of you to learn your whereabouts. You had suddenly left the house without telling a soul and it fell upon his shoulders to find you.

Answer your goddamn phone.

Leon texted, growing angrier as the seconds passed and he didn't get a reply. He waited, pacing around the house, hoping for a text back.