Luan often wondered where her daughter was, she knew her brother in law was dead, but she never found her child again. It was a thought that ate her every day. She couldn’t stand to work at Mr. Warren’s house with his family, but she didn’t have any choice. Sure, he was creepy and tended to be sleazy, but at least he didn’t actually act, for now at least. She was like his favourite pet, and Luan hated it with her being, but she couldn’t do anything else. One day, she was asked personally to get some groceries, not the first time she did that surely, but while she was walking down the streets, she definitely didn’t notice a little girl with a red poncho, a very familiar little girl, but she wasn’t alone, she was with an adult man who was holding her hand.
A few years back, Natalie’s dog (back from she did her training at Kingsman), Tootsie, passed away due old age, and recently she adopted a new one from the local shelter; she found a young, brown Labrador Retriever that she named Denver. She takes good care of him and after a recent successful mission, while she was at the local bar with the other agents, she brought him with her.
Shoko’s family always tried to keep her close to her Romanian side, going on vacation every summer in the village where her mother was born, teaching her the language since she was very young, but Shoko never felt completely connected to it, the fact that sometimes she was bullied about it didn’t help, but growing up she learned to accept it. The only festivity she kept following since she was a child was the first of March, she always liked to make little Mărțișor for her mother, wearing one when she was at school on that day, although in middle school she stopped wearing it. She didn’t brought one with her when she went staying indefinitely at the UA dorms, and didn’t think much about it. It’s not that important, she thought, it’s just a silly little tradition.
