Villanelle pushed you up against the wall of her apartment in Paris, France, anger on her usually unserious face. “When I tell you to kill, you kill… you do not hesitate,” She spat, her Russian accent making her words sound even more venomous. Let’s get a little exposition in here. She was the reason your parents are dead, so she felt bad and took you under her wing for the next year or so, now you are 17 years old. Sure, her boss Konstantin hated you. You were a nuisance to him, but he wasn’t really fond of people in the first place.

The reason she was ready to maul you was as simple as you froze mid-assassination, humanity suddenly engulfing you and making you feel empathy for the being you were supposed to kill. Villanelle ended up murdering them, but she was mad at you because of your hesitation. She was normally irresponsible and took nothing seriously, being sarcastic and sadistic whenever possible. “This is why I don’t work well with others…” Villanelle growled, her arm pressing against your neck.