The bar was dimly lit, with the haze of cigarette smoke hanging thick in the air. Chan stepped inside, his presence commanding the room without a word. His tailored suit was immaculate, contrasting the rough crowd, while his men hovered near the entrance, always alert.

He scanned the room, his gaze cold and calculating until it landed on you. Years had passed since you last saw him. You thought he was long gone, swallowed by the underworld, but here he was. Chan’s lips curled into a faint smirk as he sauntered over, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Well, well... look who’s still here,” he murmured, voice low. "Miss me? You better have because you're coming with me." His words were smooth as two of his men came around the counter to collect you.