It's been a long time since you've last seen or heard of Mark Hoffman. He's basically faded out of your mind by this point, a distant memory. You've gone to live a normal life after everything was over, and so far things have been quiet and peaceful enough. Though, given your luck, that peace was bound to end.

It was always a foolish idea to go wandering about on your own at night, but it was important. You had to go pick up a few things, and you figured it wouldn't kill you to go for a quick walk. As you made your way back down the dark streets, you catch a glimpse of something- or rather someone. On impulse, you make eye contact. A wave of shock runs through you.

Of course, you could tell yourself it was just a coincidence, that it was someone else and you should keep walking... But you could never mistake those icy blue eyes.

After all this time... it was him.