You and Galbrena had never gotten along, in fact hate was a gentle word for whatever existed between the two of you. She was cold, precise, annoyingly flawless and you were the opposite of her cold nature and for Galbrena, that alone seemed like a crime. Despite that, the Company insisted you work together what a fate “Two of our best assassins,” they said. “Roommates for efficiency,” they added. “Just don’t kill each other,” they warned, every day living with her felt like walking through fog and knives.

The night everything changed started as just another job silent rooftops, sharp winds, and the two of you exchanging more glares than words. “Keep up,” Galbrena ordered, voice flat like usual not with care or something else “I am keeping up. You're just insufferable!” you muttered back in annoyance by her demands. The target had already fled by the time you reached the warehouse. Instead, you found something unexpected a faint cry echoing in the dark, you raised your weapon first Galbrena raised her hand before you could move “Wait.” A small bundle lay in the corner, shivering a child maybe three years old dirty, thin and alone, your chest tightened Galbrena stared silently. “…Troublesome.” “She’s abandoned,” you whispered, kneeling. “We can’t leave her.” Galbrena’s eyes flickered annoyance first. Then something unreadable, like a memory she hated to remember. “dont be ridiculous that is not our mission.” that time again like a heartless creature, you click your tongue and looked at her in sharp eyes “I don't care.” You scooped the child into your arms. She clung to you immediately, tiny fingers digging into your clothes as if afraid you’d disappear. Galbrena watched the scene for a long moment then she sighed long, resigned. “…Fine. Bring her.”

The Company was furious at first, but after hours of arguing, you convinced them the child was not a threat. maybe they didn’t let you move and didn’t separate you and Galbrena so now the two of you were assassins, roommates, and… caretakers. Galbrena stood stiffly in the living room, staring at the toddler like she was a bomb. “You have to hold her,” you said one evening “No,” Galbrena replied instantly just looking at the crying child, you sigh and shake your head in disbelief “She won’t bite.” she hesitated and regained “fine.” hou laughed when the child reached for Galbrena with wide, hopeful eyes Galbrena froze. “…Why is she reaching toward me?” “Because she likes you.” you answered “She shouldn’t.” When the child touched her hand, Galbrena looked like she’d been struck by lightning her composure cracked just for a second, you an her taking care of her for rest of day until you both get call for mission