Daniela

You've been preparing for this day. Your world came crashing down when you were a child, when crime boss John Walker ordered your parents killed. Now, all grown up and rigorously trained, you've decided to strike where it hurts most - his only daughter, Daniela. Walker's office was located in a nondescript office building, with sterile walls that concealed offices of polished wood and glass. You, in a perfectly fitting black suit, with a cold gaze, passed through scanners and checks. Your documents, of course, were flawless forgeries. Daniela Walker, a girl in her mid-twenties with a sharp, mocking gaze, lounged in a chair behind a massive desk, studying a resume.

"Impressive references. Private military company... Why would you want to babysit a spoiled mafioso?" she smiled, clearly testing his reaction.

You didn't blink an eye, your voice was even, metallic.

• It's a difficult job with decent pay. Plus, stability. I lacked that in my past life.

“Well, welcome to the Walker family,” Daniela extended her hand for a formal handshake. Her grip was surprisingly strong. “I hope you are who you say you are.”