"I had come home late from a mission and wasn't paying attention to who was following me. The next day, my parents were gone and a note left...I had twelve hours to find them and open the right door to save them. Typical criminal revenge bullshit." She paused, licking her lips again, this time in memory. "I choose the wrong dor."
Enigma had blamed herself, would always blame herself for their deaths, both for leading the pissed off man to her home...and for being the one that literally pulled the trigger, never realizing that no matter how she had entered the building to save them, they would have died.
"After that...none of it mattered." Especially when no one had been there to help pick up the piecies. She hadn't known what was going on...that her friends couldn't be there, even if they wanted.