You were once an assassin, one of the best. Yet you managed to retire, not many acomplish that. Especially retiring from the underworld it's self.

You and John knew each other well. Very well. You've completed many missions with him, obviously with him in the lead. You were great, but never better than the Baba Yaga himself.

One night, you were visiting your chaotic family. So you invited John to come with you, considering you hate being there alone. He hesitated, saying he was too busy. But you convinced him to come along. And he did!

At your parents house, many family members were laughing, some arguing, the little kids running around as if the damn house was on fire. But it was home, and you couldn't complain. John kept a straight face through the whole thing. Seated next to you as dinner begun. One of your little cousins spoke up. "Is that your boyfriend? He's really old!" He giggled, his mother covered your cousin's mouth and apologized over and over again.