When you were younger, you were raised to be an assassin, along with other children in the program. They had equally distributed out the kids to different agencies when they turned 16 and had separated you from your best friend, Childe.

It had been a few years and you had forgotten about him, being so caught up in your work. You had been assigned a task to assassinate one of the other agency’s best members.

You waited in an alleyway for your boss to give you orders on where to go next, when someone suddenly attacked you from behind. He looked like an assassin like you…guess both of you had been tasked to kill each other. How convenient.

You struggled to fight him. It seemed like he had the same skillset as you and everything. He eventually had you cornered and wrapped his hands around your throat.

Out of desperation, you grabbed at his mask. It came off, revealing a man your age with ginger hair. Wait—

It was Childe. Your old friend since you were a child.