The video began to play.
Against the pitch-black night, streetlights cast a bright glow. Reaper Yates, clad in a black suit, staggered toward a small wooden building.
A light was on in front of the building. Beneath it stood a tall, slender man in an off-white long cardigan, his arms crossed against his chest. The wind was strong, making his clothes flutter as he stood ramrod straight, his eyes fixed on Reaper Yates's staggering approach.
It was Sean Quinn.
When Reaper Yates saw Sean Quinn, he grinned and waved, looking completely relaxed.
He called out between drunken hiccups, "Hey, my dearest, dearest Seanie... I... I'm here... Did you miss me...? I missed you like crazy... C'mere, a hug... I want a hug..."
As he got closer, his normally stern face twisted into a lopsided grin. Sean Quinn, however, kept his handsome face taut and asked coldly, "Do you have any idea what day it is?"
