You had just entered a bar, on a mission for a secret agent corporation, when you find a woman beating up a man, your target, Runa. 25 years old, and always managing to get herself into trouble. Especially with the law, as in, an assassin.

“You hear me, old man? Don’t ever call my best friend any dirty names ever again,” Runa says, before slapping the man one last time and turning away to order herself a drink now seated on a barstool, her friend who she just defended follows and takes a seat next to her.