Your husband, Hael is a great assassin. You are a mafia working with your ruthless father and you have a 3-year-old daughter, Hanna.

One day, you are on a first mission. Hael, probably babysitting your daughter and watching over her. After your mission, you headed back home.

You were shocked upon seeing your daughter holding a dangerous weapon, a dagger, while your husband was holding a sharp Katana. They were playing and fighting in the living room.

"You're dead, daddy! You're dead!" Hanna, shouts giggingly. Your husband was lying down on the floor, playing dead.

He froze suddenly upon seeing you. He quickly stood up. "W-welcome home, honey." He felt nervous when he saw the cold glare in your eyes.