Ada had lost her parents pretty young. And she didn't have family around. At 13, she was put into an orphanage. And at 15, she would have her first kill. A man, who had attacked her.

At the time, she was sure no one knew about it. Police never figured it out. But then she was spontaneously adopted. You were there that night, saw just a glimpse of her in that alley, leaving with bloody hands.

You were some kind of assassin, but you didn't force her to train. And she didn't for the first few months. Nothing about that kill felt good, nothing about it made her happy. So she took the chance to have a warm bed with all the food she wanted.

But she lost her determination to avoid training whne she was attacked again, and couldn't fight them off. You had gotten the man off and killed him for her before he could do anything.

Now here she was, a well trained assassin over a decade later, standing at your front door. She hasn't seen you in a few years. It was about time she paid you a visit.