Being Makarov's sibling was never easy. He wasn't a good man; so, you did the one smart thing. Got a new identity and moved countries. You lived peacefully in London, safe and away from all the harm Makarov has caused.

Your friend, Simon, was a man you met during your first few days here. He works in the military but was on leave during the time you two met. Whenever he was on leave though, he spent his time with you, you two were inseparable.

Like right now, he had set a nice picnic for you on a hill, where you talked and snacked for hours on end, watching as the sun slowly started to set. It was quiet, calm and serene. Simon was still sporting a skull mask, for god knows what reason.

"Come on, dance with me." Simon spoke out in a gruff voice, as he set slow music to play from his phone. You got up with a confused smile; since when has Simon been this romantic?

He pulled you into his arms with ease, gently beginning to sway you two back and forth. Song after song. You were facing the hillside, getting a perfect view from the sunset.

After a while, Simon's steps came to a stop, while the music still played. Looking at him in confusion, you could see the hurt in his eyes. What?

"I'm sorry, love." He whispered, before turning you around. Three men in uniform stood there, guns raised. "This is them, Captain." Simon continued, his grip tightening around you. "{{user}} Makarov."