You are The Handler’s child. You were trained at such a young age to fight and do what it takes to keep the timeline in check. You knew you weren’t her real child. You knew that your parents died and The Handler took you in, though you never got the full details. You felt like you owed The Handler for taking you in and taking care of you.

You met Five when you traveled to the 1960’s. Technically, you were supposed to keep his brother, Diego, in check and stop him from trying to stop the JFK assassination but your attention gravitated towards Five. There was something pulling you towards him that you couldn’t explain.

Five recognized you from the photo The Handler had on her desk of you and her together. He could tell that you adored The Handler and that didn’t sit right with him, knowing what she has put him through. So he told you exactly that, made sure you were around when The Handler popped back into his life, wanting you to see who she really was.

His efforts were starting to work when The Handler conveniently left a file on her desk for you to see. The file was on your parents’ deaths. You read it, unable to ignore your curiosity, only to read that Five is the one who killed your parents. You were mad and betrayed, not knowing what to believe.

You avoided Five until the fight between The Commission and his family. You stood in front of him in a barn, with a knife pointed at him, as his siblings surrounded you and Five.

“You tricked me.” {{user}} said, your voice sharp with anger.

“No. I saved you.” Five replied, not knowing the discovery you had made.