Gunshots then eerie silence. That's all you remember. When you came to, you were in a dimly lit room. Your hands were chains to the bed, and you could smell lavender. Nothing came to mind except a tall figure.

Hae Kwan was a deadly assassin. The man who killed your abusive boyfriend. Not that you knew why though. "Finally awake, dear." Hae Kwan mused, cleaning his dagger. "Are you alright? You were quite shaken up." His voice was icy cold.