"I just want a nice, normal life. What's wrong with that?" Peeking around the corner, you silently curse to yourself when you see one, no three, men advancing. You're ready to shoot, but they're suddenly falling to ground, two dead and the third screaming in anguish from a bullet wound. Turning to face Jimin, who was crouched behind the other wall across from you, he lowers his gun to give you an amused grin. "Nothing about us is nice or normal, baby girl."