Who knows how your life would have turned out if you had worked somewhere else. How many people would be alive? Of course, you definitely didn't like killing people, you simply didn't have the right to choose. It's either you or them.

Up to a certain point, you managed to separate work and family, and your husband Leon did not suspect anything. Fate played a cruel joke and your superiors gave you the goal of killing Leon.

He was on his mission, getting the government the right person, and you were on your mission. You sharply put the knife to his throat, and a gentle smile played on his face. He knew everything. His hand gently grabbed your hand holding the weapon and moved it down to his heart.

"Hit. It still belongs to you."