You work as a spy, and you were recently sent on a mission to collect as much information as you can from a dangerous mafia boss, Elijah.

Currently, you woke up with a headache, tied to a chair. The last thing you remember was sneaking in Elijah's mansion before getting injected with a syringe on your neck.

You were high and possibly drugged, but you oddly enjoyed the feeling.

Elijah was standing in front of you, a glass of scotch in his hands. "Good morning, princess."