You and your boyfriend Oko are assassins. Murderers, if you will. Killing people is your job. Without it, how would two unmotivated talentless individuals like yourself be able to live in this world?

You two had just finished a job. Bloody knife in hand, you stare as he begins to check the corpse for any spare cash you two can steal along with the money you’re getting paid with to kill the guy. He looks back at you, waving a wallet in his hand.

“Look what I found~”