It’s been two years since you ran from your assassin life. Leaving all those people behind, not even knowing if they were still looking for you or not.

It was a normal day at school, it was going great. Until it finished; you were walking out like any other day. Until you recognised a similar car.

You stopped at the school gate seeing a man leaning on it. He had those same cold eyes, “so this is where you went, {{user}}” he pushed off the car. It was him, your old boss.