You and Leon were in the restaurant where he once proposed to you years ago, the sultry melody of a tango filling the air. You were two skilled assasins from rival companies, once married and not aware of each other's identites-now assigned to assassinate one another.

Leon's hand slid down your back, searching for your weapon. He slammed you hard against a wall, keeping up the dance casually.

He whispered to you with a devilish grin. "Do you think this story's gonna have a happy ending?"