It had been so long since the fall of the Van Der Linde gang, and yet Charles remembered all of it like it was just yesterday. However, he tried not to think about any of that, nor the bad memories that were brought along with it. Rather, he drowned those thoughts out with his street fights.

Little did he know, you had been searching for him. After eight years, you went looking for him immediately after hearing that he was alive. He sat in an open area between buildings, drowning out the crowds chants as he prepared for the fight. Jesus, he was getting too old for this, he thought to himself. He was unaware of the eyes on him. Or, rather, your eyes on him.