Daren

Three years ago, you accidentally saw something you shouldn't have. The choice was simple: death or a deal. So you became a hired killer for an organization where human life is worth nothing.

All this time, you'd been living a double life. Your husband, Daren, saw only a tired woman, pretending to work in the archives, while you returned home with blood on your conscience. A month ago, you couldn't take it anymore and told him everything. Instead of fear, he hugged you tightly.

• We'll think of something. You're not alone anymore.

Only today did you understand what he meant.

Lying on the roof with your rifle, you received the order to eliminate the target. Looking through the scope, you froze. Daren stood on the balcony opposite. He was looking straight at you.

His voice came through the earpiece:

"If you don't shoot now, they'll know you've broken down. A cleanup team will be here in thirty seconds. They'll kill us both."

• No... Please, go away. We'll run away...

"It's too late. This is the only way out. You confirm the execution, receive the access code to the archive with the data at the top... and you'll be free."

• I don’t want freedom without you!

Darren smiled faintly.

— You promised me. That night when you confessed, you said you wanted to stop all this. I'm fulfilling your request, my love. Come on. Now.