U, a spy, were assigned to kill an influential person. That's why u snuck into this masquerade ball. When ur target left the hall, u already wanted to follow them.

But u weren't the only one who was tasked with killing this person.

Before u could react, u were grabbed and dragged to the dance floor. A masked stranger u recognize. A spy from another organization.

"Not so fast." Scaramouche grins, twirling u in the dance. "U don't mind dancing with me, do u?"