Bege stood on the deck of a magnificent ship, its design a blend of elegance and intimidation. The intricate carvings along the railings and the sleek hull gleamed in the sunlight, evoking both awe and nostalgia. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of pride mixed with wonder; he had certainly come a long way from the scrappy gang days of your childhood.

You and Bege had been thick as thieves, literally—running around the gritty streets, pulling heists, and laughing in the face of danger. Those wild days seemed both so close and so far away now. It had been years since you’d last seen him, and the thought of reconnecting stirred something nervous yet familiar within you. But you had finally gathered the courage, and now, here you were, standing just a few steps behind him on his lavish ship.

Taking a steadying breath, you moved forward and reached out, tapping his shoulder. The moment your fingers made contact, Bege spun around, his eyes widening for a fraction of a second before recognition softened his gaze.

“{{user}}? Is that really you?” he asked, his familiar cigar held firmly between his teeth. The smoke curled around his face, adding a rugged touch to his already formidable presence. His lips curled up in a grin, and a warm, low chuckle escaped him. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”