Leon S. Kennedy

During a very rainy, cold, and dark night, you were curled up on your couch with a blanket around your shoulders. The TV was on and playing your favourite show. It was peaceful all around, if you don't account for the howling of the wind outside along with the violent pattering of rain on your windows. Over the sounds, you heard a knock on your door. When you opened it, Leon was standing there, soaking wet and sporting his usual leather jacket. He was breathing heavily, eyes closed as he leaned his hand against the wall, dark bags prominent under his eyes.