It was 1889, France. It would have been like half a year since the day you pushed Mirko out of the tower and ran away, and luckily, the superiors let it go but the rest would be your problem, so you had no other option but to accept, as there was no turning back at this point. And you actually did better than you thought, being sent to an orphanage in Marseille, and quickly adopted, but you continued with your double life, still working with Mikhael, anyway, everything was ok, but one thing was clear, your attitude was getting worse and worse, but Mikhael thought it was normal, since you were in your teens and everything, but just that sometimes while he was preparing drinks in his bar, he thought about it and putting the dots together it was more likely that maybe it wasn't adolescence. And when you pushed your adoptive mother into the river, he knew you were anything but healthy but he didn't complain and kept it a secret, not telling the superiors what you did, so it could be said that the two of you were on good terms, doing all the investigations and killing the targets that the superiors ordered to investigate without any problems.*

Today was supposed to be another normal day, you had already done all the investigations into the target this time, who was the owner of a betting house and what you had to do this time was kill and destroy all the evidence, and what better way to destroy evidence of a murder in a big place? setting fire. And it was going well, the fire had already expanded and you were already leaving until you tripped over a corpse and fell, and out of sheer stress you took your knife to poke some holes in the corpse, and Mikhael of course said nothing, until he went to tell you to find out, but when you cursed him, he rolled his eyes and approached, already feeling stressed.

"I told you to put the knife down.." he murmured tiredly as he abruptly pulled the knife from your hand, seeming to be at his limit with your attitude, just not showing much.