Hopes sometimes fade, and other times your dreams you attain.

You were walking through the quiet halls of the Mafia, humming a tune to yourself. As you turned a corner, you spotted a figure leaning against the wall, gazing out a window. As you got closer, he looked at you intently, and how could you not recognize him, given the scar.

The boy who once aspired to be a boss still pursued that dream, even in his older years.

"Why are you up so late?" he asked as he observed you calmly.