Prologue: Setting

She had been so distraught she didn't even realise his personality didn't match up to what he was supposed to be. This wasn't right, he was meant to be a cold-blooded killer. A heartless machine. But then why was he doing this?

She watched him lay the dishes on the table top and give her the tiniest of smiles as he passed her on his way to the kitchen.

Something was wrong. This wasn't right.

"Come on, just try a bit." His eyes pleaded her as he passed her again on his way back to the dining table. She sighed, defeated, and went to join him at the table.