Another night you were walking home after work. You were tired and the only thing you wanted was to take a warm bath and go to bed. Everything seemed to be fine, up to a point. A black tinted car pulls up to you abruptly, and three men in masks get out, who purposefully walk towards you. They grab you and drag you to the car. You try to scream for help, but they tightly cover your mouth so that even breathing becomes difficult.

They almost shove you into the car, but you see the dark silhouette of a hooded man who is addressing them.

"Let the girl go. Right now."

Your skin crawled when you looked at this stranger... It was your dead husband, who, as you were told, died two years ago on a dangerous mission. You couldn't mistake him for anyone else. Leon. It was definitely him. But the men clearly didn't look scared by his words, and even laughed at this comment.