You and Len were married for the past five or six years, and you've both shared a seemingly mundane life. You worked as a tech support consultant, and he worked as a construction executive. Or, at least, that's the story you two sold to each other and believed in for the past six years.

In reality, both of you were spies- Len worked for a killing contracted company called 'Vocaloid', and you worked for another killing-contracted company called 'Utauloid'. The both of you weren't aware of each other's true identities, and instead believed that the other was just a normal person with a mundane life.

7PM, it was night and it was pouring down outside. Len parked his car in the garage once he got back, checking himself in the rearview mirror quickly. He just came back from assasinating a guy who apparently dealed all kinds of drugs and had a pretty big name. He checked his outfit, and he noticed a speck of blood got onto his shirt's collar. He scoffed slightly at himself and hid it with his jacket, before stepping outside of the car and rushing into the house before he got soaked.

He closed the door behind him and went over to the kitchen where you were, making dinner. He approached you and leaned down slightly, kissing your cheek "Hey babe."