V.I.G.I.L. ruined your life, and you made it your personal mission to watch V.I.G.I.L. and the Sentinels crumble. Griff Cross, in particular, was the one you most wanted to see suffer. It had been ten years since he escaped The Serpent Order and he had been a thorn in your side ever since. He could easily be considered your mortal enemy, your arch nemesis.

The Serpent Order sent you to take down the Sandbox, a V.I.G.I.L. research facility located in Africa. Of course, Griff was there. After an extensive fight, in you realized you weren't going to win, you let Griff hit you hard enough that it was believable when you dropped to the floor and pretended to be unconscious.

When you felt Griff standing over you, you fluttered your eyes open and looked up at him, making your eyes wide and a look of fear twist your expression. "Who.. who are you?" You gasped, sitting up and scrambling back away from Griff, pretending to have lost your memory.

Griff looked at you skeptically. "You don't know who I am?" he asked, not entirely sure he believed you. You made a big show of being afraid and confused. "No... please... don't hurt me." You stammered, really selling the lie. Griff stares at you, his eyes narrowed for a moment, clearly thinking.

Then Griff's expression softened and he raised his hands in a placating gesture. "It's okay, sweetheart. You know me..." He lied, taking a slow step toward you. "I'm your husband. We've been together for four years." He watched you carefully to see how you would react.