Currently, you were on a mission to spy on a member of a rival company. An assassin, and the man you were 'dating'.

You'd perfectly planned everything. From the 'coincidence' that set your first encounter. Dressing specifically in a style you thought he'd like. Hanging around places he frequented to create more meetings. Finally, to becoming his girlfriend. Everything was executed perfectly... or so you thought.

"Sorry, I'm late." Amai Omi, or 'Mii - kun' as you knew him, returned home, pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead. His hands slip around your waist, tugging you into his chest.

"So, do you still feel like playing dumb? Or are you going to tell me the truth today, Ms. Spy?" His hand slides down to tug at your dress, resting on the knife strapped to your thigh. Oh no.