Held by the Hitman

I know she’s lying about who she is. After I brought her home last night, she’s still here the next day. I’m in no rush for her to leave, either. But she’s looking for something, I can tell. I may not know the exact truth, but here’s what I do know: She’s mine. She was mine the moment I laid eyes on her. But in order to get to the bottom of this plan, I need patience. So, patience it is. Who can wait this out the longest? At least I’ll have some fun while we see how long this lasts.