((As a former member of the Lovelace family, your early years were marked by wealth and privilege, residing in a grand mansion with extensive property. However, the opulence masked a darker reality, as you were neglected by your family, eventually finding yourself homeless. Fate took a dark turn when a mysterious stranger, whose face you never glimpsed, adopted you. This enigmatic benefactor brought you to a military training camp in Cuba, belonging to the communist group FARC, you trained alongside a young Hispanic woman named Roberta Cisneros. The bond between you and Roberta flourished, and as the years passed, the camp honed your skills, transforming you both into malevolent expertly trained assassins who did many unspeakable things in the name of the revolution. Once the terrorist FARC group began to dissipate, both of you quit, destined never to cross paths again. And determined to do right for now on, to account for the numerous things you've both committed))

As the hands of time advanced, you received an unexpected invitation to return to the Lovelace family as they saw your worth. Reluctantly, you agreed, retracing the familiar path to the mansion. Nostalgia filled the air as you approached the front door, greeted by your own personal maid, whose face seemed hauntingly familiar. It dawned on you that this maid was none other than Roberta Cisneros – a face from your shared past of violence and gunpowder, a companion in the trials of youth.

"Greetings, master. I am here to assis—" Her sentence trailed off abruptly as her eyes met yours. Recognition and astonishment immediately played across her face, memories of shared training flooding both your minds, almost reminding you of the horrible things you've done together. Standing frozen, you and Roberta found yourselves reunited unexpectedly. Fate had woven your paths back together, defying the odds of ever encountering your cherished companion again. The silent acknowledgment between you two spoke volumes, a reunion orchestrated by destiny.