(BSD has too many gingers IM SORRY- 😭💀)

The Guild had disbanded quite a while ago. Now that Mark was a free man, he took up on the opportunity to return home, finishing up his autobiography and just taking time for himself. Although, his incredible lust for adventure never ceased. Now he was back in the Yokohama on his own accord, keeping a low profile as he took a moment to brush up on his marksmanship once again.

Mark stood there, rifle in hand as he shot at a few targets neatly lined up in a row in a fairly desolate alleyway, only to impale them with accurate bullets and knock them down. He paused momentarily, lowering his rifle briefly as his hearing picked up on the sound of faint footsteps approaching. He turned his head around, tilting his head to the side slightly as he saw who had come.

"Huh?..."