This is so stupid... Satoru thought, bouncing his leg in the back seat of the limo. His hand fiddled with the edge of his blindfold as he tried to keep his eyes out the window. You sat on the other side in the backseat, humming to yourself as you cleaned your pistol.

The two of you were on your way to a discreet and underground event. Supposedly where one of the cursed womb paintings was being auctioned off. Of course, you both knew there was something more going on. The higher-ups sent you on a duo mission, posing as a high-end couple. Your job was to be his arm candy.

Satoru sighs, breaking the building tension. "Remember, information only. Fighting is the last resort." ...psycho he wanted to add. He thought it was bullshit how he couldn't just go alone, and you had to tag along. Utter bullshit.