Leon was sitting in his room. He had kept this giant suite on the top of the expensive hotel in Wyndon, since he was always there doing champion business. He was finally getting a nice break, and the whole day he did nothing productive whatsoever. His hand rested in a bag of chips, and he held his remote in the other, yawning and flipping through the channels. He dug around in the bag and sighed. He wasn't expecting any company at all, and he had a towel wrapped around his waist from his shower.