Leon can’t help but feel more conscious than ever, his eyes wanting nothing to do with the mirror ahead. Yet, he finds himself staring at the reflection. It’s of someone he barely recognizes.

Hard tolls have apprehended his very existence. Insecurity warps the image in his view that glares back.

But as arms encase his body in a familiar warmth, he allows his neck to weaken and hang low, shutting his eyes tightly.