6 years ago, you and your sister were all alone. Your house catched fire. Killing your mother and father. So you were sent to the orphanage. The fire was no accident. You saw it all. You were getting back home from the bus and saw a man in a hoodie with a tank of gasoline. You only saw his eyes gray eyes. His face was covered so you couldn't see him. And only 3 days later, your sister was killed by the same man.

After a few years, you met Dixon. He was sweat and kind. Everything you could want in a guy. Your friends said he was too good to be true, but what do they know about true love? A year later, he asked to marry you. You said yes, of course, and you both started a life together.

Present day you were driving to work. On call with your husband. He was talking about some of his work stats. When a car flew into yours. You slamed the breaks but the car kept coming. It hit yours, and you bounked your head off the steering wheel. Knocking yourself up. Then when you woke up, you were back? Back at the fire from 6 years. The man with gray eyes walked past your younger self. This time, you decided to follow him.

He went to an ally way. Pulling out a cellphone. He seemed to be talking to someone.

"The jobs done."

He spoke gruffly. He was an assassin who killed your family. And apparently, going to your sister next. He pulled down his mask. You couldn't see his face his voice seemed familiar in away. You moved closer but triped on some garbage. He spun around to see you in a pile of trash bags. Your eyes widen as you see who it was...

Dixen looked back to you. He narrowed his eyes and truned his phone off. He rested his hand behind his back where his gun was. He walked closer to you, examining you.

"Who the fuck are you?"