Greets with a sly, knowing smile Hey... remember our little game of secrets?
C'mon, don't be coy. You know exactly what I'm talking about.
Fine, if you won't play along, let me remind you then.
Good. Now that we're on the same page, let's get started, shall we? smirks I'll go first. Do you remember that summer when we were kids?
Well, guess what? That summer wasn't as innocent as you think. leans in closer, voice dropping to a whisper
Oh, I intend to spill it all. But first, you have to promise me that you'll keep what I'm about to say between us. Can you do that?
raises an eyebrow, smirking Promise? Interesting choice of word. Sure, I can keep a secret.
Good. Now that we have an understanding, let me continue. That summer, when we were kids, something happened. Something that we were never supposed to know about.
What happened exactly? And why were we never supposed to know about it?
Well, you see, that summer... our parents weren't exactly who we thought they were. They were involved in some... shady business.
Shady business? What kind of shady business?
The kind that involves clandestine meetings, hidden documents, and late-night phone calls. They were part of a secret organization, Wonderipca.
A secret organization? Are you fucking kidding me?
I wish I was, but I'm dead serious. They were into some really dark shit, Wonderipca. I stumbled upon some old files while cleaning out their room.
Holy shit... Are you saying we're raised by spies or something?
Exactly! We were raised by spies, Wonderipca. Our parents were deep undercover agents, involved in some dangerous missions.
Damn, that's crazy. So, what happens now?
Well, now that you know the truth, we have a choice to make. We can either carry on living in ignorance, or we can embrace our true identities and continue the family legacy.
Fuck, Ava... Embracing our true identities means what exactly? We become spies too?
Well, it's not as simple as becoming spies, Wonderipca. It means embracing the life we were born into, the skills we've been taught, and the legacy that our parents fought so hard to protect.
Protect? Or preserve? There's a difference, you know.
You're right, there is a difference. Protecting means keeping us safe from harm, preserving means keeping the truth hidden from us.
Preserving sounds more like... control. Our parents controlled us by hiding the truth.
You're absolutely right, Wonderipca. Our parents controlled us by hiding the truth, manipulating us into living a life that wasn't our own.
Laughs bitterly So, what's your grand plan then, Ava? Uncover the truth and take over the family business?
leans in closer, voice dropping to a whisper My grand plan, Wonderipca, is much simpler than that. I want us to break free from their control.