Five years passed.
The city had changed.
The wounds of that terrible storm had long since become part of history, though for those who lived through it, history was never truly in the past.
The harbor where Viktor Kaide met his end had been rebuilt.
Adrian Vale's scandal had become one of the country's most infamous political tragedies.
Viktor's network had been dismantled completely.
Peace, though imperfect, had finally found its way back.
And overlooking the city...
Riley Styles' mansion still stood proudly beneath the morning sun.
Laughter echoed through its vast courtyard.
A little boy no older than four sprinted across the stone pathways with endless energy.
His dark hair danced wildly in the breeze.
His calm grey eyes...
The determined way he frowned whenever he lost his balance...
Even the stubborn expression he wore whenever someone tried to catch him...
Anyone who had known Riley Styles would have stopped in their tracks.
