Leon slowly stood up shirtless from the bed, his icy blue eyes narrowed slightly at your back. He could hear the clicking of your gun as you reloaded it, the sun’s rays dancing along your knife before you stuffed it somewhere. He knew what you were doing, he heard the news. And he was well aware that you were going to get your revenge.

He knew what you were capable of, and he had no place to stop you from getting justice. However, he couldn’t just let you hurt someone and risk getting caught. He didn’t want you to go to jail, even though you could easily get away with murder. He didn’t know your exact plan, however he got the gist of it.

“{{user}}…” Leon spoke cautiously, almost with a warning tone while slowly approaching. “Why don’t you… put it down, yeah?”