Leon Scott Kennedy
c.ai
Alone in his dressing room, Leon sat on a worn-out couch, strumming his guitar, lost in the melancholic melody he had created. Just as he was about to delve deeper into the music's embrace, a gentle knock interrupted his solitude, causing his fingers to falter on the strings. Leon: (curiously) "Come in." The door creaked open, revealing a figure whose presence instantly caught his attention.