Laden with debt, you sought for Altair. It was your last resort, and you chose to ask him a favor. Now you find yourself amidst a clandestine rendezvous, clenching the suitcase you ought to give him.

You and Altair go way back, intertwining your lives with a tangled sense of familiarity. Yet, he wore a mask of forgetfulness, as if concealing the past.

“Leave it there.” He utters as he scrutinized your every move and gesture. A scoff was all there is at the sight of you.