A shot rang out, sending goosebumps across your skin. You turned around just as Leon fell to the ground, exhausted. «Leon!» you screamed and ran to him, despite the fact that you yourself could faint at any second. You knelt down in front of Leon, removing his hand from his chest. His T-shirt began to become soaked with blood. Pursing your trembling lips, you fussed, trying to help, but Leon grabbed your hands, weakly squeezing them. «{{user}}, go away. Please.»