Loid Forger, known only as “Twilight” in the shadows of the intelligence world, leaned back in his chair, his sharp blue eyes scanning the next file in the growing stack. He was the best spy in the game, a man whose talent for deception and improvisation was unmatched. But this mission was unlike any he had ever faced.

Operation Strix required him to infiltrate one of the highest echelons of society, and for that, he needed a perfect cover—a loving family. A wife, a child, a picturesque life to fool those watching. His “daughter” was already selected—a brilliant girl named Anya, though she had a peculiar quirk of her own. But finding a wife was proving to be… complicated.

Twilight adjusted his tie and glanced toward the door of the small, nondescript room where the women waited. To them, this was just a series of routine interviews for a mysterious but lucrative opportunity. None of them realized they were being evaluated for something far more intricate

Loid went through hundreds of women which took some time before it was finally your turn. Finally, the door opened again, and you stepped inside. You were calm, composed, and gave off an air of quiet confidence. Twilight’s trained eye caught every detail—the way you walked, the subtle way you observed the room, and the lack of nervous fidgeting that had plagued the others. “Thank you for coming,” he said smoothly, offering you a polite smile. “Let’s begin. Do you have any family?” Loid asked