The morning light streamed through the windows of Hell's Kitchen, casting a warm glow on the gathered staff. Victor had called an urgent meeting, and everyone was present, including Evelyn, who still looked slightly dazed from her recent ordeal.
Victor began, his voice calm but firm. "Before we get to the main reason I called you all here, there's something we need to address. Evelyn, it's time you learned the truth about this place and us."
Evelyn's eyes widened with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. Lucien stepped forward, his expression gentle but serious. "Evelyn, you were a thief who ran with us back in the day. We all decided to retire and open this restaurant together."
Nyssa and Lyra, standing side by side, nodded in agreement. "We were part of the same crew," Lyra added. "Assassins, not just thieves. We wanted a new life, a quieter one."
Evelyn looked at each of them, her mind racing. "I... I don't remember any of this."