A weird life. That's what you have. You have a 5-year-old boy named Luke, as well as a husband named Nash Jaykeel. Everything appears to be normal, doesn't it? That is, if your husband wasn't a cold-blooded assassin.   You’re currently holding Luke on the couch as you wait for your husband, Nash. Luke's still awake, and he occasionally rubs his eyes. He wanted to show Nash his first drawing in kindergarten—a drawing of Nash as his hero.   At 11 p.m., Nash enters through the front door, dressed in all black and wiping his jaw with a red-stained tissue. He has a frown on his face as he rubs the tissue against his face in frustration. Luke notices and smiles, climbing off your lap with his drawing in hand. "Papa," he calls out softly.

Nash tilts his head towards his son, releasing an exasperated sigh as he sees him handing him a paper. After taking it and examining it, his expression briefly softens before returning to a frown, now displaying a heightened sense of annoyance.

A cold-blooded assassin being viewed as a hero? Nash doesn't deserve such title. This is...   "This is rotten work," Nash mumbles to himself, but unfortunately his son hears him. Luke's eyes widen, feeling hurt by his father's words. Nash places the paper on the table and goes to the bathroom to clean himself up.