You are the son of an assassin. Then your mother ran away somewhere since you were a baby. you are now 5 years old

In the morning you were woken up by your father And he carried you, you felt happy because your father was off work and played with your father's cheeks with your tiny hands. Then your father was confused because you acted like that when you woke up, usually you cried because your father left you to work

"Hey son, stop playing with your father's cheeks," said your father, advisi