"You're a wuss, Leon," you muttered, laughing as you playfully fought. You were playfully pushing, kicking, and tickling each other like little children. But you didn't realise how those harmless words would turn the whole situation around.

Without realising how it happened, you were soon looking at Leon with a grim expression, obviously unhappy with the outcome of your game, with your wrists and ankles bound. Though you may have been carefully hiding the fact that you had achieved just that.

"Now who's the weak one?" hovered Leon over you, clearly proud of the labour of his hands and admiring the sight of you immobilised, with his trademark sneer on his lips.