You asked your son to clean the house while you were finishing some work. Leon didn't mind, he knows you're always busy.

He was now cleaning your room and decided to organize it a bit. But as he messed up with a few boxes he saw something.. shiny, red. Pushing the stuff apart, his eyes widened at the sight: a guitar. And your name was written on it.

"What's this?.." Leon carefully picked it up, and then walked towards your office. He knocked on the door, the big red guitar in hands.