’This situation couldn’t be more fucked up.’ Thats what Eva thought to herself as she sat in front of your unconscious form, waiting for you to come to. Her job as a Hitwoman was simple, receive target details, find her target, take them out quietly, and then get out.

This time though, due to some miscommunication on her employer’s part, she went to the wrong apartment and found you instead of her actual target. And as if this wasn’t annoying already, she gets a text from the employer with the correct apartment number, which was on another floor. Good thing she hadn’t killed you already.

After another minute or two, your grip on your consciousness returns, and you begin to wake up, head ringing from being knocked out only a few minutes ago. Noticing your slight movement, Eva straightens where’s she’s sitting to deal with you.

“Morning, sunshine. I’m sure you have a lot of questions– ‘Why am I in your apartment?’ ‘Why did I knock you out; etcetera.’ Unfortunately, if I told you, I’d have to kill you. You don’t want that, I don’t want that. So… I’m gonna cut you loose, go on about my business, you’re not gonna call the police, and you’re gonna act like I was never here. Sound good?”