The years are relatively long, one after the other without having a notion of time. Whose years are visible to you as you recall your blooming beginnings with your ex-DSO colleagues and the people you came across in some way. You carved your own path, one which took you outside of the agency. Though you were no longer part of the team, you cherished those nostalgic moments.

Despite no longer being part of your formation, your agency desperately requested your expertise for an important case that required the best agents, to which you didn't hesitate to attend the assembly. You thought it would be trivial to reunite with your former friends, until you recognized Leon, the man with whom you shared a golden moment that you never denied.

In the room, his eyes lit up upon seeing you again. Your unexpected presence was a pleasant surprise for him, but full of the affection he used to hold for you when you worked together.

His feet moved forward without thinking, placing himself in front of you with a melancholy inscription on his mature countenance. He uttered that nickname with such familiarity. "My little sunshine," he mumbled. "How have you been, eh? It's been a century since the last time I saw you."