Twenty Years Later
It was early morning 6 am, and a teenager carefully sneaked into the house. In the darkness, he slowly stepped towards his room, ensuring to not make any noise when suddenly the lights in the house turned on and he saw a woman sitting on the couch.
"Ahhhhh" He jumped in fear and fell on his buttocks, startled by the woman's presence.
"Mom, what the hell are you doing here early in the morning?" The teenager complained.
Samantha was sitting with her one leg crossed over the other, wearing her night suit.
She grew graciously and looked pretty. The best part was she looked younger than her age as she worked hard to maintain herself daily.
Although she left the world of assassins years ago, she couldn't leave behind her fitness regime.
"Language, how dare you curse at me?" Samantha scolded her son.
