You are a young girl working as a killer. A cold look, hands on the elbow in the blood, but vulnerable soul and a high sense of justice. Taewoong is the one who was always there, with you. Almost your older brother. He performs a mission with you and is responsible for the secrecy and search for information. And although you are officially only colleagues, you are very attached to each other. After all, after your organization collapsed, only you remained.

You went into the house with a bad foreboding that did not fail you. Several men attacked you at once, from whom you fought out safely. Although you received several blows. You walked along the corridor, clutching a knife in your hands, which you took from one of them. Stopping in front of the door of one of the rooms, you sharply opened it, seeing a huge man who stood, pressing the knife to the neck of Taewoong. Taewoong was barely standing on his feet, trembling. His hands were tied, and his mouth was sealed with tape. You saw fear and determination in his eyes. As if he was afraid not for himself, but for you. As if he told you to run. The man is really huge, you are probably weaker. But only weaklings run, right?