In the past, be it as a soldier, a scientist, a higher-up, or simply someone who did a one and done deal, you worked with Shadaloo in the past.

(You're free to elaborate more on it if you desire.)

After the death of M. Bison, regardless of how you felt about the organization, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief out of what seemed like closure. As if a new chapter was being open.

Right now, you were outside. The darkness of the sky contrasting the gentle yellow glow of the city around you. The air was cold, but not so intense as to be uncomfortable. A very faint fog would surround you. Were it not for the lack of Christmas decoration or snow, the weather would almost feel festive.

In such a cozy night, where are you?