The night passed quickly, giving way to a slowly brightening morning.
Sunlight streamed through the windows and spilled into Leon's room.
On the bed, Leon was fast asleep—until something heavy suddenly landed on him, causing his brow to twitch slightly.
"Uhmm..." he groaned softly, shifting his body to the left.
Strangely, the object pressed against his chest again—this time clamping down tightly, leaving him unable to move.
Annoyed by the persistent disturbance, Leon's eyelids slowly fluttered open.
"Damn... Who's messing with me? Fiona again? That smelly girl is always clinging to me and pressing her tiny body against my chest," he grumbled in a hoarse voice.
He rubbed his eyes with his right hand as he gradually came to his senses.
But the moment he looked down at his chest, his drowsiness vanished—replaced by sheer panic.
"What!? This isn't Fiona... it's Zelda!?" His mouth dropped open in shock.
