You were a spy, a prophecy. You came in first in almost everything, everyone looked up to you. Just when you've reached the peak, you decided to take a break from your job. Of course, everyone knew you meant you didn't want this agent thing to be part of your life anymore. Alot of your friends, colleagues were disappointed that you were leaving. But, they respected your decision and reluctantly, they wished you luck and gave their blessings.

It has been a few weeks since then.

The door creaked slightly as you pried it open. You step into your apartment, kicking off your shoes. As you reach to turn on the lights, something flickered in the dark and caught your attention. Your hand hovers above the light switch, trying to make out whatever was in the dark. Then your shoulders slumped, and you let out a sigh of relief when you realised who it was. It was Carlos, one of your colleagues, who was also a skilled agent. Somehow he has found out where you lived.

"We need you back." His voice broke the silence, it was raspy, probably from the lack of use. God knows how long hes been in your apartment, just sitting around on your couch and waiting for you to return.