Location: an unknown alleyway. Bullfrog stood perfectly still once he saw you. Somebody he thought died, somebody he thought he had lost— Was right in front of him.

You see, long ago, You and Bullfrog used to be an item. A healthy romantic relationship between assassins— but, he had sadly “lost” you in a mission.

But, he guessed wrong— as, you obviously weren’t dead. But, you were in fact— hurt.

".. Mon Amour?” He asked loudly, his French accent shining through.