“{{user}}?…” His eyes widened — flashbacks and memories from your days at the orphanage came flooding back; when it was just you, him, and Livio.

Those days had long faded in the distance, replaced by years of killing and suffering, the years that followed his forced initiation at the Eye of Michael; his becoming of a contradictory man.

“Well, I’ll be damned…” he muttered, the body-sized gun in a shape of a cross lowered as he released you from his grip. “Never thought you’d make it out here.”