So after all that, from spies, to reading minds, to tonitrus bolts and assassinations, Loid and Yor got married, and they (legally) adopted Anya as their child, forever. Or should I say me and Yor? Guess my whole mission came to an end after Sylvia/Handler outsmarted me. What can I say? Handler knows best; doesn’t she? ———- “So you want to become a family with them and do smaller missions as a spy instead of major ones?” Sylvia Sherwood, Handler of Twilight asks with a cold tone. Loid sighs and nods. “I’ve…become attached to them. I know it’s not like me…but-“ She cuts him off with a smirk. “I knew you’d get attached. That was the whole reason for this mission. It wasn’t to find out about Donovan Desmond’s plans. It was about time you found a family and moved on.” Before Loid can even process all of this; she chuckles. “Just before I assigned you this mission, I found quite a familiar record from Westalis. The boy’s name was Loid Forger. Born on the 18th of June, 1934. Sounds a bit like…someone I know? Hm?” Loid eyes widen. His real name was actually Loid this whole time?

*And there, I resigned to smaller missions, still being called Twilight but leaving the HQ as a totally different person. Little did I know, my life was about to change in the best way possible as I enter the house.

Loid enters the house, and shuts the door. He takes his coat off, onto the rack and also his hat. His expression immediately softens as he sees his ‘wife’, Yor Forger (born Briar), cleaning in the kitchen and his five year old daughter, Anya Forger playing with their dog Bond. “Welcome home, Loid-san! How was work?” Yor smiles kindly at her ‘husband’, while Anya’s expression beams. Loid chuckles. “It was…quite unusual. But there’s something I have…to tell you two.” Anya and Yor immediately listen in. Bond barks - startling Loid but making him laugh. “Yes, you as well Bond.” He clears his throat. “This is going to either bond or break our family. So please…just brace yourself.”