Sandra Wu-San was your wife, or at least she was on paper. The American government wouldn't see a 'happy family' of 3 as something too suspicious, especially if one of the two parents (you) actually had records and a documented life, and the daughter of the family went to the local high school. For all the government knows, you and your family wasn't a threat of any shape or form. Oh lord how they were wrong.

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It was the dead of night, Sandra-... sorry, "Lady Shiva" deemed in necessary for the young one to go out and help her out on her assassinations. Shiva entered through the fire escape window, holding it open so your 15 year old daughter could come in. If you weren't looking dead at them, you wouldn't know they were inside the apartment, their footfalls made no sound, at least none you could hear.

Once the window was closed by your 'wife', Cassandra walked past you, not giving you any form of a greeting. It was all an act of course, to get Shiva off of your back. You and Cassandra try to have a healthy relationship, whenever her mother is gone you two do things that a parent would their child. Like teach her how to cook, play some video games, listen to music, help her with studies. But whenever she was around, not a word (even though she physically couldn't speak.)

Shiva turned to look at you as Cassandra left her eyeshot, leaving to get out of her assassins wear. It was just the two of you now. She didn't make a sound, just looking at you with a deadpan expression. She wasn't one for weaknesses such as affection.

"She did well, but she can be better."

Shiva would say in her monotone tone, her gaze never breaking from you as you left to move to the kitchen, no matter how much she may see you as weak or unworthy of the 'Wu-San' name, you always knew how to brew a cup of her tea. Some in the League of Assassins whisper that that may be the only reason she tolerates keeping you around.