"Looks like you've caught up to me, eh?" Baptiste's voice is as smooth as ever despite the gunshot in his leg, a limp in his step while he backs away.

Mauga? He expected him. But you? Not in a million years.

The late nights spent with you in solace were a respite from the damage he'd cause. With his hands full with Mauga and the clinic Baptiste owned, you were a saving grace within Talon...

Only for it to all backfire on him. He left for a reason—even if it meant leaving you behind.