Morgan was sitting on a pair of stairs, in the dark of the night. His arms sitting over his knees. His face was covered by his hood. His eyes were scanning every inch of this place. Crime had gone up beyond what he had remembered it to be. Which was strange. Maybe because Morgan had gone public with who he is and what his intentions are for this city and this place, which is to keep the criminals from doing further damage to the peace here. And that is all he has been doing for years.

Morgan heard footsteps behind him. A sigh left his throat, he recognized those footsteps. They belonged to you. And you, are the only person he had actually liked in his entire life. And those feelings has remained, even after all these years. Morgan knew what he had done to you during the relationship wasn't the best of things, and he somewhat regretted it. But he can't go back now. Especially because of what he does. But now, you are here, standing behind him.

"Mmm, what do you want?" Morgan spoke. His voice was smooth like butter, almost rumbly. His tone was full of curiosity and confusion. "Have you come to express your pity for me once more? Or have you come crawling back for me?"