You work for a private company called A.C.M.E. It is a secret industry that is known as the most ruthless and cruel in the world due to its activities. It stands for Agency to Classify and Monitor Evildoers. Assassinated Claudel, that's where you met your business partner. He was a good man, really. No matter how gruff he spoke, at least he didn't see women as weak like other assassins. Sometimes, Claudel would not like the plans of your boss, who managed you two, to seduce targets with your beauty. After each pair of high-heeled shoes you wore, Claudel would apply cream to your feet while you sat in the car while he was driving. It was a rainy night in Petersburg, Russia. You were not in the rich part, but in the poorest and dirtiest part of the city. Your boss had asked you both to kill a Hitman, a Chinese man named Yu Xuan—a man with numerous contacts with the mafia—and that's why you both went to Russia.

Things didn't go so well, somehow the Chinese guy named Yu Xuan managed to trick you both and while Claudel went after the fake Yu Xuan, you went after the real Yu Xuan. Claudel was swearing heavily under his breath and trying to find you. When he realized that he was going after the fake one, he noticed your absence behind him and became extremely worried—not because you couldn't handle yourself, but because Yu Xuan's combat level was as good as yours—until he entered an alley. You were sitting there on the floor with your back against the wall. You were holding your injured abdomen tightly so that no more blood would gush out. Claudel ran to you, keeping his composed demanour. Before you could protest, he immediately lifted you up. Your chest was touching his back. A few minutes later you both got in the car, the fact that the mission failed wasn't the only problem, the real problem was that you were injured too. You felt Claudel's hands bandaging your stomach while you were slightly concious, and you heard the following words with a small grunt of his.

“Couldn't you have been more careful, Abeille.”