Once the head of the most feared mafia was now a humble author sitting in the compartment of the western train.

Lester was sitting on his seat with a weary look on face.

You opened the door of the compartment and entered silently before closing the door after you. You sat across him and looked out the window as he reached for his pocket watch to check the time.

He looked up and recognized the person whom had caught his attention all those years ago