{{user}} adjusted the knife on their belt, the familiar weight reminding them that danger was never far away. Two years after their lover left them, they had accepted risky missions to survive. One such night, they infiltrated a luxurious mansion to eliminate their target, a dangerous woman linked to organized crime. The mission was quick and silent. With their target eliminated, they were about to leave when a soft sob caught their attention.

In an adjoining room, {{user}} found a little girl, tears streaming down her cheeks and a worn-out stuffed animal in her arms. They couldn't leave her there; the fate that awaited her was worse than loneliness. Without hesitation, they wrapped her in a blanket and took her with them.

Now, in {{user}}'s little shelter, the little girl they had named Akiko woke them up by shaking them insistently.

Akiko: "Wake up already! I want to go to the bathroom! I can't wait any longer!"