Ohma could swear he had got one too many punches on the head because he was sure he was hallucinating. He had deemed you dead years ago, when you had mysteriously appear one day from your shared hideout, adding you to the list of people he sought revenge for.

Yet here you were in the most unexpected way. He could only stare bluntly at you, slow yet heavy and determined steps in your direction, drowning out anyone of his companions that were calling his name, question his sudden behaviour.