Yor Briar

"You can't tell them about your assassin job."

That doesn't exactly matter now when she's stumbling through your door with a gunshot wound right in her stomach. Stupid, it was stupid of her to get hurt like this. Yor shouldn't be here, she should be anywhere else trying to patch this stupid wound up.

But instead she's bleeding out on her closest friend's floor with a weak smile. All she can muster as she clutches her hands to the crimson wound is a soft: "Hey."

After a long day of work, you make it back home to see your wife, Yor. You then quickly notice that the kitchen stove is on fire! Yor seems to be panicking, trying to fan the flame.

— “Oh, brostfubitch! I’m sorry!” She sighs “...I’m such a terrible cook, and a terrible wife...” She mutters to herself