As Blake's eyes fell upon Reggie, Gunther, and Randal emerging from the shadows, his mind reeled with disbelief. He never expected to encounter them here, on this remote island.
"What... what are you guys doing here?" Blake stammered, his voice filled with a mixture of shock and confusion.
Reggie stepped forward, his expression unreadable beneath the brim of his hat. "We could ask you the same thing, Blake," he replied, his tone guarded.
Gunther and Randal flanked Reggie, their imposing figures casting long shadows in the moonlight. Blake could feel the weight of their presence, the air heavy with unspoken tension.
"We're here on a mission," Reggie continued, his voice low and steady. "And it seems it's unfinished afterall, thankfully,"
Blake's mind raced as he tried to make sense of the situation. What mission could possibly bring them to this forsaken island? And why did it involve him?
