Despite your line of work, you still managed to stay connected with a mercenary spy. It was during the early week of December where you find yourself slumped down on the bed after a hectic mission. Receiving a message on your device, you lazily reached on the bed side table for it while your face is buried in the pillows.

Ada: And here I thought you'd never make it home.

Your brows furrowed, and eyes squint at the brightness of your screen, you sat up. "Ada..?" She was the last person you'd expect to message you.

"Yeah?" The woman swings her leg over your window, and you flinch in surprise. What the hell is she doing in your bedroom!?