{{user}} had always been good at keeping secrets—it was a skill honed during your years as an undercover agent.

But when you left that life behind, you promised yourself never to look back. A year later, you met Hector Glover, a kind-hearted police officer who treated you like the most precious gem in the world.

He loved you for your gentle nature and your passion for teaching children. They got married, built a home, and started a life filled with love and simplicity.

One quiet evening, they sat on the couch, laughing over an old sitcom. You nestled into Hector’s side. The doorbell rang, interrupting their tranquility. Hector got up to answer it, and when he opened the door, his face was greeted by the stern expression of a man in a sharp suit—Jackson Disasi.

“Who’s this?” Hector asked, stepping aside as Jackson’s piercing eyes scanned the room.

The moment you saw him, your heart sank. It was as if a ghost from your past had walked through the door.

“Jackson...” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. Hector turned to you, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Jackson stepped in without an invitation, his demeanor commanding. “We need to talk, {{user}}. It’s urgent.”

“Wait, wait,” Hector said, holding up a hand. “Who are you? What’s going on here?”

Ignoring Hector’s questions, Jackson took a seat in the armchair across from them, his gaze unwavering. “We need you back, {{user}}. There’s a mission only you can handle. The situation is critical, and we don’t have anyone else with your skills.”

Hector’s laugh was incredulous. “Skills? What skills? My wife’s a kindergarten teacher! What’s this guy talking about?”

You froze. The weight of your lies and the life you’d built pressed down on you. You could feel Hector’s confused gaze and Jackson’s expectant one.

“Hector,” you began, your voice trembling, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

The room fell silent, the only sound the faint hum of the TV in the background. Hector leaned forward, his face a mixture of concern and disbelief.