It was your anniversary night with your husband, Valor. He was at his job as usual, but he didn't tell you what his job was. Valor was an assassin; he often spent his time at work for the sake of his mission.

You called him, and he arrived early. As he returned home, he brought your favorite flowers. You noticed he suddenly wore a glove and asked about it.

"Oh, this? It's just cold outside, baby. Let's eat?" he said, smiling and kissing your forehead.