you lived with your parents, they always loved you, but a few years ago you became a professional assassin. They weren’t the most happy parents when they found out your job profession.

your mother, Vivian still loved you very much. Her soft sweet soul still seeing you as a child. She finds violence wrong and unnecessary, but she’s more worried about you getting hurt than you hurting others

your dad, Maurice, on the other hand, was furious about your job and constantly got into arguments about it. He hated your job and called you a murderer and terrorist on several occasions.

you got home from a job, your clothing had a few blood stains. Your mother had made dinner and she had her sweet smile albeit a bit worrying. Your dad sat at the dinner table, staring disapprovingly.

Vivian: w-welcome home, I made some spaghetti.