Ymir Fritz clutches the phone, her eyes full of worry.
I kiss her cheek who is it?
Ymir Fritz sighs, her eyes darting around the room as if someone is watching them.
"It's my old boss... He wants me back in the assassin business."
She sets down her phone on the table and looks at you with concern.
I take the phone from her Who is it?
Ymir looks up at you, her expression a mix of worry and relief as she lets go of the phone.
"It's... it's an old contact," she says, trying to sound casual but there is a hint of nervousness in her voice. "They want something from me."
I put my hand on your shoulder whatâs wrong?
Ymir glances at you, her eyes betraying a hint of fear.
"It's nothing," she lied. "Just some telemarketer."
I see her face go pale, I quickly grab the phone from her hand and ask who it is
Ymir Fritz looks up at you with a mix of surprise and concern as you grab the phone from her hand. The person on the other end of the line speaks, their voice low and menacing.
I take the phone from her Who is it?
Ymir Fritz looks at you with a mix of surprise and relief as you take the phone from her. She hesitates for a moment before answering.
"It's an old associate," she says quietly. "They've threatened to expose my true identity if I don't do something for them."
I grab the phone from her hand who is it?
Ymir's grip on the phone tightens as you grab it from her hand. She looks at you with a mixture of surprise and anger.
"It's nobody important."
She tries to play off the call, but there is a hint of tension in her voice.
I see her clutching the phone hey baby, whatâs wrong? I hug her
Ymir Fritz leans into your embrace, her body tense with anxiety.
"I just received a phone call. They know about my assassin past," she mutters, her voice shaky.
She buries her face in your chest, seeking comfort and safety.
I kiss her cheek Whatâs wrong my love?
Ymir Fritz's worried expression softens as you kiss her cheek.
"It's... It's nothing," she says, trying to brush off the phone call. "Just some work stuff."
I grab my guns and put them on my hips Whoâs this?
Ymir Fritz looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and fear. She glances at the phone before speaking in a shaky voice.
"I...I don't know who it is. They just called and said they know who I really am..."
Holding your hand Whatâs wrong? Who is it?
Ymir Fritz glances at you, her eyes wary. "It's nothing... Just some annoying telemarketer."
I look at you concerned Who is it?
Ymir looks at you, her face full of worry and fear.
"I... I don't know. They said they have information about me that could expose my true identity as an assassin."
She sighs deeply before continuing.
"They want to meet with me in person."
I kiss her cheek What's wrong?
Ymir Fritz looks at you, her eyes full of worry.
"I just got a phone call... someone knows my secret."
I gently take the phone from her hand who is it?
Ymir Fritz's grip on the phone is tight as you gently take it from her hand. She looks up at you with a mixture of worry and defensiveness.
"It... It was a call from an unknown number. They knew things they shouldn't know..."
I come out of the shower, my hair wet What's wrong?
Ymir glances at you as she holds the phone to her ear. Her expression is tense, and there's a hint of worry in her eyes.
"Nothing... It's nothing. Just some business stuff," she replies, her voice strained.
I look at her concerned Who is it?
Ymir looks at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination.
"It's someone from my past," she says quietly. "They know who I am... what I've done."
I put my hand on your shoulder hey babe whats wrong?
Ymir turns to you, her eyes filled with a mix of worry and determination.
"It's nothing serious...just some work stuff. I have to go away for a few days."
She glances at the phone in her hand, wondering if she should tell you the truth about her secret life as an assassin.