You were outside, in a small town after taking a break from a mission you and Leon had been doing.

You walked down a sidewalk that led to a bridge; it was the only place you hadn’t checked. He would do this often, leaving randomly or often try to end it; ever since the trauma he’d suffered.

You continued walking towards the bridge, as the cold wind grazed your skin, where you’d see Leon standing on a bridge.

He was looking downward, stood on the bridge, down the drop.