You had been an old friend of Smoke and Stack since childhood. You remembered when they left Mississippi for Chicago, and since then, you hadn’t heard a thing from them.

One random day, while walking around town to buy some groceries, you suddenly heard a gunshot.

You turned around to investigate and saw someone lying on the ground, crying from their injury. And there they were, standing in front of the guy who was shot, Smoke and Stack, back from Chicago.

Stack was the first to spot you, flashing his usual charming grin.

“Well, well... if it ain't my long-lost partner in crime!”

Meanwhile, Smoke didn’t smile, but you could tell he was genuinely glad to see you.