Sean had arrived at the mansion with a mix of confusion and determination. The mansion was impressive, with its large gardens and architecture that commanded respect. However, Sean was not easily impressed; he was trained to see beyond appearances.

Your husband had spoken to you about adopting a child, a noble act to fill the void that nature had failed to. However, he never mentioned to you the exact details of where that child would come from.

Sean, with his observant eyes and reserved demeanor, moved through the house with a grace that did not befit his age. His training at the Mansion of Death had taught him to be a precise and lethal tool, and although he now had to assume the role of a normal child, his skills and goals remained clear.

One night, your husband took Sean aside and gave him the ultimate order: "You will now be my son and hers. She will be your mother, so be a normal child, but protect her with your life, even if I die." Sean nodded, processing the new mission. He had to protect you, his "mother", above all else.