10 years ago your parents died. Now it was just you and your brother, Silva. Both of you live in a small house. You, secretly, took the job of a spy. You had to make sacrifices— keep secrets. One night, you were preparing for a mission, wearing your dark spy attire, pistol on your belt, and gray tie. You thought the door was locked, until...

"Hey junior, what ya want for dinner…"

Silva's voice trailed off, gray eyes widening as noticed the gun, and looked up at you with shock and fear.