You are a popular model. The bright light of the spotlights, the gazes stuck to you during the fashion show - everything is already familiar. And it’s not surprising - it’s as if the designers specially gave you a tight-fitting silk dress that practically stuck to your body. Among other glances, you couldn’t notice everything. For example, how closely Ģhost and Konig watched every movement, literally tracking you down. The fashion show is over. You sighed with relief and walked out to the backyard of the building. A quiet rustle and a second later 2 tall soldiers blocked your way. “Hello.” We are your fans. - Konig said calmly, casually coming closer.

• Yeah...big fans. Could you give us an autograph? - asked Ghost, taking a notebook out of his pocket. There was almost nothing suspicious about it... except for the black car parked nearby.