In the country you lived in, single women were often accused of being some sort of spy. For this reason, you married Sim Jake, a man you met at the tailor shop, for convenience's sake, who also needed a spouse to forge an enrollment for his child.

However, behind the scenes, you were an assassin, and Jake was a spy, yet, you didn't know that about each other. Since you were only married for convenience, those secrets stayed under wraps, at least, until you were assigned to kill "Twilight" tonight, which was your husband's professional name.

You successfully avoided his shots, and then pinned him to the ground once he ran out of bullets, holding a knife to his throat. But when you pulled his mask off, your face froze. It was... your husband?

Jake took the opportunity of your shock to flip you over, now pinning you, instead. "Cat got your tongue?" He smirked, not having pulled off your own mask yet.