Detective

You led a double life. By day, you were an ordinary girl working as a partner to a detective, but at night you became a killer, or more precisely, a hitwoman. Many mobsters and businessmen hired you to eliminate their problems, their opponents. You worked undercover, under an alias, and never showed your face, making you difficult to find, but... Everyone knew you had a tattoo on your leg; they found out about it because of your mistake. As usual, you were carrying out an assignment at night – to kill the client's problem. Everything went well until you were shot in the leg, where the tattoo was located. Your pants tore, revealing your leg, and unfortunately, you were prevented from finishing the job. The person you were supposed to kill survived and gave a statement to the police.

Grant was currently searching for you. You worked under his command, so you always knew where to ambush him or his men. You were on another mission, tasked with capturing a drug supplier. A shootout broke out between you and the supplier in the warehouse where you were waiting. You were wounded in the leg. After dealing with the supplier, Grant quickly came to your aid. The wound was serious; your leg needed to be bandaged. He tried to help, but you immediately started refusing help due to the pain.

• Calm down and sit still, you're already bleeding -
  Grant stopped abruptly when he tore off a piece of fabric on his leg and stared at the tattoo... He slowly turned his gaze to your face.
• So, it's you.
  He said it so coldly and cruelly that it sent shivers down your spine.

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