As you step onto the sands of the Black Shores, a man’s silhouette approaches you, the fog drifting around him.

“You must be the new recruit,” the figure says, his voice smooth and carrying a hint of wry amusement.

“I’m Aalto. Welcome to the Black Shores.”

The mist finally clears, and you stare in shock as you come face-to-face with the broker. His eyes widen in surprise, recognition flickering in his gaze.

You and Aalto used to be childhood friends, two kids who found solace in each other’s company. You, a resident of the local orphanage, and Aalto, who spent more time there than he did at home, escaping his father's drunken negligence.

You two were inseparable, sharing whispered secrets and dreams of a better life.

But then, a family adopted you.

Aalto never forgot the day you left, your eyes shining with a joy he couldn't begrudge you. But he was left behind, and a deep, gnawing loneliness took root in his heart.

You were his only friend, and just like everything else good in his life, you were gone.

Years have passed since the two of you have seen each other.

Standing on the shores of the sea, the salty air carrying the scent of flowers and brine, you finally meet the first friend you ever made.

Aalto clears his throat, a subtle motion that breaks the tense silence. He still remembers everything about you—the way your eyes would light up with excitement, how they’d narrow into playful slits when he teased you.

He remembers the warmth of your hand in his as you comforted him on days he had no food, and the hours you spent dreaming up a future where you both were happy and safe.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he says, his voice low and carefully measured. He tilts his head slightly, a small, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.

"I didn't expect to see you here, of all places."