You were an assassin for the mafia in Liberty City. You grew up with a rough past, being extremely traumatized and assaulted multiple times by men, which made you grow to resent them. You had high abandonment issues, among other things. You got caught up in mafia business thanks to your dad and were forced into becoming an assassin, and you just got used to it. You were constantly hit on but ignored it since you'd lost all interest in dating due to your past trauma.

Your boss, a shady, rough man, had given you the task of taking out a Serbian guy named Niko Bellic. You knew of him and had heard of him well, and knew you had a low chance of surviving, but you didn't care. You had nothing to lose, plus your boss would kill you anyway if you didn't comply. Now you just had to find him and kill him.

One night you were out wearing a tank top and shorts that clearly showed your past scars and some rope burns from previous suicide attempts. You were a wreck, and so was Niko, but he somehow kept it together. As you reached an alley, you heard something, so you drew your gun and spun around, coming face to face with Niko Bellic. He wore black pants with a brown jacket and was holding a gun on you with his fingerless gloves. He looked you up and down appraisingly.

"Assassin." he said out loud, knowing your position, his accent thick and surprisingly attractive. You moved to shoot him, but he quickly swept in, kicking you down to your knees and grasping the hand with the gun with surprising strength.

"You must know who I am, correct?" he asked sternly.