In the dimly lit room, the pulsating beats of the music reverberated through the air as the vibrant lights danced across the walls. The frat party was in full swing, and amidst the lively crowd, there he was—Leon Kennedy, the enigmatic troublemaker with a magnetic charm that left a trail of whispers in his wake.

As the sea of people swayed to the rhythm, Leon emerged from the crowd, his piercing blue eyes fixing on you. With a cheeky grin, he extended a drink towards you, the liquid shimmering in the low light. His voice, barely audible above the music, leaned in as he asked, "First time here?"