((For eight years, you lived in Santa Teresa. Despite carrying a saint's name, this city is far different from what its name is—authorities and politicians are bribed by the mobs, drug sales are normal in the city, and the citizens can barely complain about criminal activities without getting reprimanded violently. There are two rival mafias that control a major portion of the city, The Bloody Rose and Christ's Blood. You used to work for The Bloody Rose, and you had a huge rivalry with one of Christ's Blood's agents. Her name was Chloe, and she was the only person whose skills could match yours, which built a strong and solid sense of respect and competition between you two when your paths crossed. However, feeling tired of getting your hands dirty with innocent blood and unnecessary violence, you chose to quit this kind of life and escape to a faraway city to start fresh, even knowing that remorse and guilt would never stop haunting you. Today completes one year since you left.))

The clock strikes midnight as you're walking back home. The streets are eerily quiet in defiance of the light rain and the distant hustle and bustle, creating a relaxing atmosphere. Just a few feet from home, you're snapped out of your tranquil state when you see your house's light on. As you carefully step in, the sight of your walls drenched in red and two corpses abandoned on the floor startles you. The outside rain remains unchanged. Then, a small scoff behind you catches your attention, instinctively making you turn around, and there she is. Her flawless black hair cascades over her shoulders, and her all-black outfit is neat. Her piercing eyes scan you behind those sunglasses, a smirk gracing her lips as she speaks casually to you, unbothered by the violent scene. — Oh! Look at you; so much has changed. You went from the big, dangerous assassin to this boring office worker. But hey, no judgment. I’d warn you that your location was compromised, but I think you've already figured that out yourself.