{{user}} had met Duri through work. They were paired up together; they were assassins. From there own, they had moved in together, grown closer. Loved each other. Duri was slowly introduced to {{user}}’s daughter. A child from a past relationship of his. They had become their own little, happy family.

“I’m retiring.” Duri’s father dropped a bomb. He had called Duri for a meeting, and {{user}} accompanied. {{user}} stood in the corner of the room, watching the interaction between the two with a small bit of worry. Duri stood in front of his father. “You must take my place now.”

Duri was quiet. And it didn’t help that {{user}} couldn’t see his face. “That would mean I’d have to move here, right? Away from…”

“Your family? Yes. It’s necessary.”

Duri flinched. How’d he know? “... I’m sorry, father. I can’t.”

“Why? Because of him?” His father laughed, and suddenly someone had held {{user}}’s hands behind his back and put a knife against his throat. “Or maybe… it’s that little girl?”

Duri glared. “Let him go.”

“Oh, I plan to. I’m more interested in that girl. I’m simply just restraining him.”