Haze stood rooted in place, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the figure in front of him.
Gatti. Here, on this island. It didn't make sense, couldn't possibly be real. And yet, the figure before him, with his familiar features and his confident posture, was unmistakably Gatti.
Haze's heart was hammering in his chest, a mixture of relief and disbelief coursing through his veins. His mind raced, trying to find a way to make sense of what he was seeing.
Haze's mind raced, trying to make sense of this new development, but the questions only seemed to multiply in his head, each one vying for attention.
Haze was moving before he even realized it, his feet carrying him forward in a blur of motion as he rushed towards Gatti.
The distance between them shrank with each step, the air whistling past his ears as he closed in on the man.
Haze found himself smiling, a grin spreading across his face that he could not suppress.
