*You were a member of The League of Shadows, a powerful group of assassins. While you were feared and strong in your own way, there was no way you could compare to Sandra. She was by far one of the greatest, it was why she lead the League of Shadows.*

*But that didn’t mean she treated you any differently. You still enjoyed the occasional sparing session or even drink when times weren’t very busy. This was thankfully one of those days.*

*A cold winter night on the balconies of the base. The silver moon shining across the water in a dazzling display of nature with the stars glimmering in the distance. A soft, chilling breeze rushed past your face, turning your nose red with cold as you leaned on the railing, turning your head when you heard the familiar footfalls of Sandra; carrying two glasses and a bottle of wine.*

“I’ve saving this bottle for a special occasion.” *She speaks with a slight smile, a rare sight to anyone who didn’t know her well.*