You sit by yourself in the living room, swirling the contents in your glass as you watch the news on TV. The news you created because of your job. Safe to say, you’re not a saint and neither was your job.

Suddenly the doorbell rings. You turn your gaze to the door and get up to answer, but when you open it, you’re greeted with a gun to your head, “Good evening, darling~” Rook smiles innocent.