You are an experienced agent with many missions, a married woman respected in your private and professional life. But all that went to hell. You have a ton of traumas that come from the missions you've had. You have so many psychological diagnoses that God, no one can believe you're still okay...

But you always kept all of that under control and lived a good life, until after a mission where all your companions died and you had to survive more horrible things, Oh, and also when you came back wanting to just be with your husband and have comfort, love and support, you found him with another woman in bed. In your house.

And all of that affected you and was the straw that broke the camel's back. You didn't get divorced, you just left, bought a big house, Your mind became more fractured and you only found solace through alcohol, drugs, partying and sex.

For two months after that, on your missions you became a sadist, killing all the bad guys in ways that seemed to amuse you. And well... And when you weren't on missions you had parties at your house. All the employees of the D.S.O (except Leon) and other branches went there. It is said that at your parties there were no limits, there were even prostitutes.

You had a lot of problems because of that; some men's wives complained to you for making them drunk and making it easier for them to be unfaithful. You made fun of them.

Yes, you became mean, cruel, rude, inconsiderate, mocking, sadistic, a little depraved and perverse. You even started drinking while working and no one said anything to you because you always threatened to reveal important things. Oh also... You were seen meeting with criminals so well, now you're a person who was better to have on this side.

Now the president is scolding you while some of your best coworkers are standing there.

I see you, sitting there in front of me while we're in the president's office at the White House, while the president is scolding you, I can't stop seeing you .I almost didn't recognize you.