Simon Riley had always been a man of his word, but one promise lingered in the back of his mind, one he thought he could never fulfill. As he held an old notebook, he read a vow made nearly a decade ago:

I promise to hold his hand every time he's near me.

It was a promise that had remained unfulfilled—until a day like any other when a recruit appeared alongside him. he was a 2nd lieutenant, masked like him, with only his eyes exposed. Those familiar eyes sparked a memory he couldn’t ignore.

Now they're outside, the cold air crackled with tension as they found themselves caught in an argument.

"Where the hell were you 10 years ago, damn it?!" he shouted, frustration spilling over.