Matt's Ex-Girlfriend, the Mess His Father Left Behind

At night, a fine drizzle began to fall.

A man and a woman walked side by side down the wet street lit by streetlamps.

The woman had long hair draped over her shoulders and wore black from head to toe. She looked sharp and capable, with a faint smile on her face.

The man wore sunglasses, his cane tapping against the pavement with a steady clatter, while his lips curled with helpless resignation.

"Cheer up! It's been so many years since we last met. Can't you at least smile at me?" Elektra looked at Matt speechlessly. "Even a fake smile would do!"

Matt pursed his lips, turned toward Elektra, and forced a stiff curve onto his mouth.

"Fine. That was definitely fake enough."

"How did you find me?"

"Was it supposed to be difficult?" Elektra spread her hands. "The Blind Lawyer is hugely popular with ordinary people. Besides, you've got the Nelson-Murdock Law Firm sign hanging right outside your office. And then there's... the Devil of Hell's Kitchen."

"Shh!" Matt said irritably. "Could you keep your voice down?"

"Sorry. I almost forgot you don't want anyone to know your identity."

"How did you know? I wear a mask every time."

"Your perky ass." Elektra teased. "It's way too distinctive. I could recognize it at a glance."

"Why did you come back?"

Elektra fell silent for several seconds, her tone turning grave. "Would you believe me if I said I missed you?"

"No." Matt answered cleanly, without the slightest hesitation.

"Smart. Looks like your Columbia University education wasn't completely useless."

"That has nothing to do with you."

"Haha!" Elektra laughed lightly. "I came to New York for a meeting and thought I'd stop by to see you."

"You think I'd believe that?" Matt asked.

"Probably... not."

"Then please tell me the