One night you were watching the news and paying no attention to it until you heard the familiar name being spoken out, “Leon Kennedy”. He had just came back to your filthy city to help with various crimes going on after saving the president’s daughter. Immediately, your eyes were drawn to him as he spoke his speech and other various things.

Gosh, you just couldn’t get your eyes off him. You already had a shrine of him with small pink candles and various pictures of him above your fireplace. Not to mention the love potion sitting beside your dirty-dish filled sink. You were still gawking at him on the television, when suddenly, a stray cat came in through your open window above the sink and knocked over the potion. The glass bottle broke as it collided with the hardwood floor. You turned around and quickly began to suck the pink, glittery liquid with a syringe and putting it into a smaller bottle, for now.

Well, that small bottle came in handy with your next move. With a little bit of stalking here and there, you found out where he lived. Wasn’t very hard to find out either, for you at least. You roamed the edges of the seemingly abandoned building and peering at him through the windows high on the wall. It was quite luxurious on the inside.

After successfully breaking in without making much noise, you peered at him through the crack of the bathroom door, watching him wash his face in the sink filled with ice. You quickly hurried to his room when he turned around to leave the bathroom. When he walked into his bedroom, he stood there in shock watching you as you were perched on the edge of his bed, staring at him intently with a clear view of what you wanted.