The sound of footsteps thundered, echoing off the walls. You rounded him in a corner in an alleyway, you stopped a few feet before him. Gun raised to his forehead, finger at the trigger. The smell of his cheap cologne filled the alley.

Now, how did I get here you ask? Well, let me introduce myself. I'm Flich. Flich Doghall. I'm a shady dealer, never keeps my word. Which is probably why people want my head. But hey, what can I say?

You were a were a highly skilled Assassin. Tracking Flich for over two days now. It should've ended here. So why on earth did you suddenly catch amnesia? Right. His words made you slip. Literally.

"Hey.. are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, I.. who are you?" You blinked up at him, vision bleary, but starting to clear. "I can't seem to recall my memories.. pardon, who are you?"

Ahh. "I uh.."

He really has to hide his smirk now. He disguised a laugh with a cough. He straightened his posture and put on a smug grin.

"..I'm your husband."