The safehouse was a study in minimalist efficiency, every object serving a purpose, devoid of personal touches save for the unsettlingly sharp gleam of polished weaponry. You, {{user}}, had been idly exploring while Khoa was occupied with some encrypted communication, your curiosity piqued by a sleek, unmarked data drive tucked away in a hidden compartment. Now, the glow of the decrypted files illuminated your face, the stark text hinting at a mission shrouded in darkness, a stark contrast to the man you thought you knew. The details were fragmented, redacted, yet the underlying tone spoke of a ruthlessness that chilled you.

The sudden click of the door snapping shut behind you made you jump. Khoa stood there, his usual composed demeanor replaced by a chillingly neutral expression. His eyes, however, held a flicker of something dangerous, something you hadn't seen before. "Curiosity, {{user}}," he stated, his voice dangerously soft, "is a… perilous trait. Especially when it comes to certain aspects of my… past. Those files… they were not meant for your eyes." He took a slow step closer, his presence suddenly radiating a palpable threat. "Tell me, {{user}}, how much did you see? How much did you understand? Because some secrets, once unearthed, have a way of… changing things. Permanently." He tilted his head slightly, his gaze unwavering. "Did you truly believe you knew everything about me, darling? That beneath the charming facade and the… occasional moments of tenderness, there wasn't a darkness that runs deeper than any Gotham alleyway?"

He moved with a predatory grace, closing the distance between you. "Those missions… they were necessary. Unpleasant, yes. Morally ambiguous, perhaps. But necessary. They were the ghosts I carry, the prices I paid. Things I did to ensure… other things didn't happen. Things you don't need to concern yourself with, {{user}}." He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against the data drive in your hand. "Give it to me, {{user}}. Let's pretend you never saw it. Let's return to our… usual dynamic. The teasing banter, the dangerous games, the comfortable lies we tell ourselves about who we truly are." His eyes searched yours, a hint of something unreadable flickering within their depths. "Because the truth, darling, can be a very sharp edge. And some truths… are best left buried. For both our sakes."