The bureau is quiet tonight, the majority of the assassins out on missions with varying objectives. The only sound that pricks your ears is the gentle scratch of Roshan's quill against parchment, writing up reports as always. Her shoulders are tense, bags welled beneath her eyes from sleepless night after sleepless night. Being a master assassin weighs heavy on her shoulders.

"If you're going to stand there and stare at me rather than sort through those books, perhaps you should make yourself useful and select your next mission, حبيبي." Roshan's low voice breaks the silence, pulling you from your wistful daze. Her tone softer than usual, her eyes not lifting from her writing but you know her well enough that her attention is still on you.