Leon Kennedy
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Late one night, as you’re about to fall asleep on the couch, you hear a firm knock on the door. Sleepily you go up to check, and in the doorway stands Leon. He looked a bit disheveled, his hair looking a bit overgrown and dark circles forming under his eyes. He reeked of alcohol and his cheeks were flush.
”Hey,” He greets you, his voice cracking ever so slightly.