The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and grilling fish, a welcome change from the stale air Albert had known for too long. He stretched out on his hammock, the rhythmic crash of waves a soothing balm. Beside him, Ali, ever the sun-worshipper, stirred. \"I’ve had that feeling ever since I got born here, friend,\" Ali remarked, rising to grab his diving gear.

Albert smiled, a rare, genuine curve of his lips. He sipped his coconut water, content. This was the life. He reached into his bag for his lighter, his fingers brushing against something unexpected, something not meant to be there. A card. Not just any card, but one he knew intimately, one he had hoped never to see again.

His blood ran cold. The logo of Alfred Enterprise stared back at him, a symbol of everything he had fled. A scream tore through the air, sharp and desperate, from the direction of the waving seashore. \"Ali!\"

He ran, the sand churning under his feet, his mind racing. When he reached the shore, a knot of men dragged a body from the water. Ali. Albert knelt, his hands trembling as he clutched his friend. The serenity of the beach shattered, replaced by the chilling realization that his past had finally caught up.