The news that the leader of the Reaper gang had died spread like wildfire, it had only been 3 hours since his death but the entirety of East Borough already knew about it.
It was only 11 in the morning but no one dared to go outside today. A dense fog had settled over the entire borough. One could barely see a few meters infront of them.
Leon had already gotten back home and was looking outside the window. This was the chaos he had started, not because of the White hounds but because he thought that it would help him.
First of all he didn't even really like the gang life, he hated all the people around him, he didn't see people as friends except maybe Eli and Charlotte. Not Arthur or Jason...
I feel like there's someone I'm missing... not again.
There was always a feeling of missing someone paired with a feeling of familiarity. There was just something familiar, but there was always something missing.
This something felt like a whole part of Leon Wright's life.
Fine, I've decided... I'll go back and check.
He was going to check his previous home, the one he, his mother and his father lived in together. Before leaving though he had some white bread with ham and read the newspaper.
...
Unit 31 steel street near the East Balam Dock.
They haven't touched it? I was sure it would have been renovated or something.
An old dilapidated Terrace house was right infront of him. The windows and doors of the house were boarded up and the roof had missing tiles.
It wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing building but it only cost 12 soli a week. Leon's father, Martin Wright made about 1 soli a day working as a dock worker. But his Mother, Annette Wright made the most money in the household since she worked as a cook for an upper-class family, making 30 pounds a year, but she also worked as laundress, making an extra 10 pounds brining it up to 40.
The Wright family wasn't that poor, atleast not financially.
Leon walked up to the door and put on some gloves before he started to tear off each board.
The three four boards on the door were now gone leaving the door hanging slightly ajar. He slowly pushed it open allowing some sun light inside the abandoned house.
It hasn't been abandoned that long though, it looks so dark.
There was a staircase leading to the second door inside the hallway, next to the staircase was a door leading to the living room and the kitchen. The wooden boards creaked beneath his weight with each step. the air was humid and the wallpapers were torn.
Images flashed in Leon's mind. Images of him running around, playing with his father and mother. There was someone else there, a young man with curly black hair.
Maybe a brother? A friend? That feeling of my memories missing someone, is it because of him?
He still didn't know who this person was and could only make guesses. The image of this person wasn't quiet clear, Leon could only make out the curly black hair and nothing else.
Taking a few more steps he entered the empty living room, not a single piece of furniture in sight. The only light came from a small opening in the boarded up window next to where the dinner table used to be.
More memories, him sleeping on his mothers lap when he was younger... then him coming back home after his first kill.
Martin Wright coming back home after a rough day at the dock with an black eye because he got into a fight. Plans being made between his parents, plans of leaving east borough for a much safer place.
The loud roar of thunder brought Leon back to the real world where he continued his search for his lost memories. He saw that black haired stranger again, following him around and taking care of him when he got in trouble.
There weren't any valuables around, or anything else for that matter. When he was finished with the living room and kitchen Leon made his way to the bathroom where he found nothing once again.
Finally he headed upstairs. The stairs beneath him felt like they could break at any moment and infront of him was pitch black darkness.
Leon abruptly turned around when he felt someone breath down on his neck, he found no one there, not a single person.
He tapped his Glabella twice and turned on Spirit Vision.
Still nothing.
Nothing at all. Leon was relying on the few bits of light from the boarded up windows to see anything. The hallway ahead of him had three rooms to the right side and two boarded up windows by the left side. Another empty hallways with slightly ajar doors and humid air.
My Spirit vision saw nothing... I'm alone, I'm alone.
His eyes couldn't help but tear up, Leon took a few deep breaths that didn't help and only served to make him more scared.
Just do it, do it and don't be a pussy!
The only thing he had that could protect him was his revolver and nothing else.
Leon approached the first door to his right and opened it, it was his parents room. Originally there was a two persons bed here but now there was nothing. Since there was nothing he left and went to the second room, his room.
There used to be a bed here and a table full of origami. Origami were one of Roselle's genius and original inventions.
Right, Leon enjoyed making origami when he was around 12 or 13.
Since it was empty once again like the rest of the house he quickly walked out and was finally met with the third and last door upstairs. There was also the attic but he decided to explore it after he was done with the second floor of fhe house.
Leon was now standing infront of the third and last door...