*LEON*

When the appointed time came, I arrived outside of a small shop. The sign attached was an old flip sign that read ‘closed’, but I knew better. I put a hand on the door and pressed it open.

For some reason, I was very nervous, moving the journal in my hand to the other. I knew to anyone outside of myself that this looked shifty, but she wasn’t telling me what was going on and clearly wasn’t going to.

Despite only knowing Vicky for a short ...