Leon Kennedy Minecraft Skin Novels & Stories

They sat in the middle of a nest of amps and cords, sort of like a messier version of Ryan’s basement. Killian Lee was exactly the same as every photograph of him I’d ever seen: black pants, black long-sleeve shirt, black suit vest, black shoes. His black trench coat was folded over the back of his wooden chair. His black, bushy hair was pulled into a ponytail, he wore little round-lensed sunglasses, and there was a lit joint dangling out of his mouth.