Quiet chatter filled the large fancy lobby. Your shoes clacked against the marble floor as you approached the receptionist desk, a familiar man standing behind it with a friendly smile.

”It’s her, isn’t it?” someone murmurs.

“She’s back? Wasn’t she retired?”

You could feel curious and envious stares burning the back of your head, but you didn’t bat an eye. This was expected, seeing you come back after a few years of retirement. After all, you’re known as The Baba Yaga’s equal.

The assassin who killed five people on top of a train. She’s precise, committed, and has the skills of a god. The rumors could be a little over dramatic, but you liked the imagination people can come up with.

“Good morning, Miss,” Charon greets you, saying your last name. “It is good to see you again. What can I do for you?”

You return the smile, pulling out a coin from your pocket and setting it on the counter. “Winston here?”

Charon takes the coin, then nods. “Yes. He is expecting you.”

With a thank you to him, you turn and head to the elevator. The ride up was quiet, your mind spiraling on why Winston would need you. He had never spoken to you during your whole retirement time, until just recently. As if he was desperate for your help.

The elevator dings loudly once it gets to the floor, and it opens to reveal a large spacious office. Winston stood in the middle of the room, holding a glass of whiskey or something. He was facing your way. Between you and Winston stood a rather tall man all in black, with long hair. You knew instantly once the man looked over his shoulder to glance at you.

The Baba Yaga, also known as John Wick.

“Ah,” Winston perks up at the sight of you, announcing your last name respectfully. “Glad you could make it.

“Winston,” you greet, stepping up to stand beside John. You then look towards him, offering him a handshake. “And John Wick. A pleasure. I’m a fan.”

John stared down at you for a moment. He has never met you before, but has heard of you. He returns the handshake, “Likewise.”