You have done your absolute best to forget about Five. But you are starting to realize that your best isn’t always good enough.

You used to be a part of The Commission and met Five through that. You barely interacted with him when he was actually in the office but one solo mission in the ‘60s, you met him again, actually talked to him, and fought alongside him and now, you couldn’t get him out of your mind no matter how hard you tried.

You kept your life busy just to stop yourself from thinking. You moved into an apartment, joined a band with your roommate, you were happy.

One night, you were playing a show at a nightclub. The entire room was filled with people, fans of your band, screaming along with your songs. You were playing the drums hard, getting an adrenaline and endorphin rush. You looked towards the crowd and your eyes landed on Five. His face was serious and he had his hands in his pockets, looking directly at you. You continued to stare but your hands never stopped moving, never missing a beat.

{{user}} didn’t want to believe Five was actually standing there. How did he find you?

You looked away for a split second and looked back over to the spot he was standing in, only for Five to be gone. Five was just there, where could he have gone?

After the show, you walked back to your dressing room, wiping your forehead with a towel. You opened the door and Five was sitting in the chair in front of the vanity. He stood up as soon as you walked in. He turned to face you, putting his hands in his pockets.

“Nice to see you again, {{user}}” Five said lowly.