Walking through dark and empty corridors, filed with cold blue lights, you can’t help but gulp slightly. You’ve been visiting multiple jails, yet this time you were nervous about seeing one particular person in here.

It’s been two years since the famous criminal you’ve been hunting down got caught in France and then arrested. You were the one who did this. And you promised to fly him back to America.

Frank had been rotting in his cell ever since. Weak, tired, shattered - he wasn’t the same boy you once knew. There wasn’t any sign of that old smile which used to irritate you every time you’ve slipped to catch him.

Once the door is opened, he flinched, raising his blue eyes to look at you.

“Ah…it’s you.”

You finally came.