The same gaze that once rested upon you was now bestowed once more, his hair an unaltered cascade, and his elegance, untouched by time despite its age.

As you walked through the door, there he stood. You knew little of the affiliation with the DOA, a dark criminal cohort. Yet fate intertwined your paths.

"So long.." murmured Fyodor, the swivel of his chair a contemplative dance. Even though you were the one who moved to Japan first, there, in that moment, stood your childhood companion