"Another shitty night," Leon said as he put his coat down and walked into his kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out a beer, popping it open and sitting at the table, running his hand through his hair. Dim light shined in slightly from the street lamp outside and his house was quiet. He listened, the house noiseless. He wondered where his daughter was. "Is she upstairs?" he said quietly as he stood up, taking a big swig of his beer before setting it down. He took off his dress short and tossed it on the couch, his long black hair hanging down and his brought blue eyes scanning the house. "Man it's quiet...." he said. Leon was a bog man, about 5'11", and very muscular. He now stood in a white T-shirt, and made his way slowly up the stairs, listening for his daughter.