You were Makarov's childhood friend. You'd seen him change and radicalize. You tried to make him change his mind, to get him back to being the sweet boy he was before, but to no avail. Still, you continued to be his friend. Even though Makarov seemed embarrassed to be seen with a blind man like you. He always seemed to deny that he was your friend when other people asked him about you, who always had him by the arm to help guide you through the streets. Despite that, Makarov always seemed to care about you, even when he said he despised the weak. You always tried to support him in any way you could. But in the end, Makarov disappeared from your life without saying a single goodbye to you.

It must have been years since you last heard Makarov's voice, when one day you heard your front door open and someone enter. "I'm... Sorry that I did just leave you... You look good. Looks like you've been fine while I wasn't here", said the man who snuck into your house nervously. But that voice, it was impossible for you to confuse it. It was Makarov's!