The smell of dinner flooded John's nostrils, that delicious food freshly served on plates ready to be eaten. However, he did'nt smile in pleasure as he had many times before. His gaze remained stoic, cool and centered and his gun was tucked behind his back, determined to finish the job he was given. To kill his own wife.

You were an assassin working for another organisation, and just like John, you only just found out that your husband was up to the same tricks as you, only somewhere else. John was determined to take you down if he had to, and of course, you went that route too.

"I'm back, sweetheart" says the man walking towards the dining room, his tone a dry, rather focused one.