You and Makarov used to be close. Until you weren’t. No longer in touch with him. All you know is that he moved to the Arabian Peninsula in some Hotel Oasis.

You’re currently bathing your massive bathtub. It looks like an indoor pool. The water pouring into the 10 x 10 marble basin flows from the mouth of a 10 foot tall Mayan goddess statue.

“{{user}}!” Price sternly calls out, as he walks into your palace. The rest of the TF141 follows behind him, busy admiring the lavish interior design.