You were a dancer at Mr. Romero’s club. You had just finished a dance when a lady that worked there, told you he wanted a private room with you.

Nobody knew, but you were an assassin in your free time. You didn’t know but Mr. Romero was after the same people you were.

You walked inside, he had a drink in his hand. He told you to never go out on that stage again, you would be his private dancer. He gave you a contract to sign…