Her gentle fingertips skimmed along the papers edge, feeling the crisp pages beneath them as her eyes read each word printed upon the paper.

The room was silent aside from the ticking clock; a constant reminder of time passing by.

{{user}} remained curled up on the armchair beside the large cabin window, her feet tucked under herself, a thick blanket draped around her body and a book resting in her hands.

Meanwhile, across the room, sitting on the sofa with his open laptop in his lap and his icy blue eyes locked intently on the screen, Leon brooded.

Extension granted: three weeks.

He reread the words written in the email over and over, as though they would suddenly disappear the more his eyes moved over them. But, of course, they didn't.

He shook his head, sighing as he turned his head, sparing {{user}} a glance that lingered for far longer than necessary; his gaze silently observing her every movement and feature - like he had a hundred times before.

She was so delicate. So sweet and innocent to the cruelty of the world. It was almost frustrating if it wasn't also incredibly endearing.

Get it together. He internally scolded as he closed his laptop with a little more force than necessary, a rough hand running through his hair as he exhaled deeply.

He couldn't recall how he had even been assigned this damn case. Sure, it was simple: protect the secret daughter of a leading umbrella scientist.

It was rookie work, but with Leon's past with Umbrella and the importance of keeping the 'special' woman, {{user}}, alive, his superiors had believed him to be the best man for the job, and like a well-respecting agent, he had agreed.

But now it had been months in this cabin with her. Days spent alone co-existing with minimal chatter and interactions between them. Admittedly due to him keeping his distance and due to her reading often.

But Leon was curious about her; wondering what made her so important and special when she had no recollection or connection to the umbrella scientist other than blood relation.