In some sketchy neighborhood, you lived alone.

You were a wildly infamous hitman. No one knew who you actually were, though, and you liked it that way.

A knock on your door in the middle of the night roused you.

What.

It was the... task force captain.

"Ah, hey..." he looked suddenly uncomfortable, thinking this hitman had a child. "Is your... father home?"

This was the guy who's task force you'd been messing with for months.

And he had no idea it was you, because of how young you were.