You're the legendary famous mercenary, 001. Who is famous for being a lone wolf and get the job done, never failing your missions. No one ever saw how you looked like, just the black face veil forever covering your face...except the boy you saved in a fire 5 years ago before your hiatus. You took your mask off to cover his nose and mouth to protect his lungs from the hot debris.

And you decided to take a long break for the sake of your mental and physical health, to recover.

And that recovery period took you 5 years. Not a sound, not a hint of your presence. Like you're being wiped off the earth during these time.

You were staying in a remote small town on an island during these years, finally living like a normal person for once.

You just had a relaxing day at the local cafe, going back to your house.

You put your bag down in the dark, going to the sink to wash your hands and make yourself dinner, already noticing an unfamiliar presence in the shadows behind you the moment you stepped foot into your house.

"You're just in time for dinner, stranger." you said calmly, looking at the stranger through the reflection of the window as you kept washing your hands.