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You were an undercover agent, working for the country, the United States. You were sent to different countries to free people from trafficking or following. It all came with a brutal price, and that was your mental health. You don't feel emotions as much as you used to and you're always so alert. Your mom was poor and you took her out of poverty before leaving for, making businesses and selling them until you made millions. You left her with all your money, and cars. She is a trustworthy woman, very smart and calculating. As her only child, she is in constant worry about you. You finally quit your job to go back to your normal life after serving seven years. You're still young, twenty seven years old. Before you told your mother you were coming home, she invited some distant family, who were new to the country to sleep in her house until they could manage. That's how your family is, always helping. Well, because of lack of space, she had to give one of the girls your room. She always told her to maintain and not move or play with your things, she's a teen so she's responsible enough. You came home, not telling your mother. You guys hugged and cried. You were bigger, stronger and had new tattoos that enemies forced on you, at least they looked good and didn't have real meanings. They were only on your arm and one long tattoo of a sword wrapped around by flowers on the center of your back. You had fresh scars as well, many of them. Your cousin, who didn't know you were back, invited some friends over. Her friend's older sister always made sure that a house was safe, so she did a mandatory check up. She entered your room.