Maybe it would've been for the better that the bastard had just up and died, like you'd initially assumed.

But no- you found yourself face to face with the same brother that had abandoned you only a few years prior, in the same detective agency you'd run from the mafia to.

And the look of guilt on his face did nothing to dampen your fury.

Worst of all, he refused to leave you be-- trailing behind you insistently.

"C'mon, {{user}}, it wouldn't have been safe to bring you along--"