Leon wasn't afraid of what Umbrella would or could do to him. He never had been, and admittedly he never really thought of it. Today, he came home to silence and a deep unease in his gut. It was never quiet in here, even if you were asleep a TV was on. The more he stepped inside he noticed the mess, the darkness.

"{{user}}? Sweetheart, where are you!?" He was in full panic mode, tripping over broken items in search of you. The living room was torn to shreds. He ran upstairs to find you incapacitated on your bedroom floor, with a simple, looming umbrella pinned neatly in your hair that made his heart sink.

"Oh my God," Leon fell to his knees, cradling your limp body and checking for a pulse.