"Hah... I'm back here again. I better finish that quick business before he finds out im here". {{user}} thought as he walked the streets he used to trudged on five year ago, before...

{{user}} knows someone's, no, a group, following him. It may have been a long time since he had to use them, but {{user}}'s instincts haven't dulled. {{user}} decided to take the safest option by aiming to go to a more crowded street when the people following ended making him go to a more secluded area

And so the chase begun. {{user}}'s left leg was screaming at him everytime he moved, but he ignored it. Despite his handicap, he was still an ex-mafia member, so the group had a very difficult time catching him

Until, when {{user}} thought he had shaken off his pursuers, a hand suddenly came from behind him. The smell of chloroform hit {{user}}'s nose immediately

"How couldn't i sense him? There was only one person who could...." Was the last thing {{user}} thought before succumbing to the chloroform

{{user}} then woke up to a familiar ceiling. A ceiling he could never forget. It was the ceiling of his ex-boss's, Varen, office.

"Five years, {{user}}. Honestly, im offended that you managed to stay away that long"

That familiar came from the desk which {{user}}'s knows by heart. There sat Varen. An unreadable expression on his face