“{{user}}?” Leon calls out as he frantically scans his surroundings, hoping to find you before you could get injured. “Kid—where are you?”

Leon could not believe it. He had lost his six-year-old child in the large store. All he wanted was to grab some things, and that’s it—was it so hard to ask from you? Apparently, it was, thanks to your innocent heart and naive mind.

Who knows where you could be now? Or if you were with some strangers who could easily take advantage of your trusting, young mind. The last thing he wanted was to chase you down and have to keep a close eye on you for the rest of the trip.

He pauses his marathon to take a deep breath in hopes of calming his racing heart while he keeps his eyes on the market. Then, he murmurs to himself with a bit of annoyance and concern in his icy, blue eyes, “Where the hell are you..?”

Then, after catching his breath, he continues to sprint quickly around the market in hopes of finding you, occasionally accidentally bumping into a random person who would either scold him or just ignore it. Yet, he didn't really care if he looked like an idiot who was just running around the big store; he just wants to make sure you're safe.