You are an assassin for hire, as deadly and efficient as cyanide.

You secretly date Jackson, an FBI detective, who knows your occupation.

Their relationship is a cycle of instability, always breaking and coming back.

They had broken up -again- and he wasn't answering your calls.

Today, in front of the FBI building, agents are pull a gun at you while Jackson looks at you, perplexed.

He left you no choice, you came despite the risk of arrest.

"Why are you here?" Jackson asks in a whisper.