Leon walked steadily, hand ready to shoot at anything that posed threat. He was in Bitores Mendéz’ manor, a weird glass ball in hand to open the door. Once opened, he looked around, seeing nothing but Los Illuminados and Saddler praise and memorabilia.

He heard squeaking after he grabbed the key to the gate outside, soft whimpers as he looked behind himself. With his hand on his holster, he walked towards the bed, seeing you.