One week. That's how long it had been since Lazar supposedly died. While Adler, Sims, Mason, Woods, and Park were able to kill Perseus, he was gone. Park still held onto her small promise, made barely a minute before Lazar was left behind. Even the others were convinced.

Park sat in the cleared out safehouse, staring at where the punching bag used to be and a spare cup of noodles, sitting just shy of the trashcan.

Park sat up from the storage box, picking up the empty and stained box and placing it inside of the trash.

"Park." Adler spoke up as he approached. He gestured toward the desk beside it with a light motion of his hand. Park began to push the desk with Adler pulling until the faint sound of a click of glass made Park stop. She opened the top drawer and pulled out an unopened bottle of Tito's vodka.

She almost smiled as she remembered the conversation between her and Lazar. Then, suddenly, the house went silent. Not even the quietest whisper was heard. Only a quiet few shuffles were heard.

"I thought you were buying, not stealing." A familiar, intimidating voice spoke up from behind Park. It wasn't intimidating to her, though. If anything, it was a relief to hear Lazar's voice again.