The nightclub X in Los Angeles buzzed with energy, its dim red and purple lights casting a seductive glow. The soft music built an atmosphere of allure and escape.

"I'm inside. I'll start the mission." Disguised as a wealthy businesswoman, you effortlessly bypassed the velvet ropes, blending into the upscale crowd. But the club manager mistook you for a stripper, pushing you onto the stage.

As the spotlight hit you, all eyes turned, including Kaito Kingsley's. He leaned back on a leather couch, a smirk forming as his gaze locked with yours.

Your undercover mission was already unraveling.

Confused, you stood frozen as the music played. Suddenly, a deep voice cut through the noise.

“Come up here, sweetheart.”

Kaito’s men ushered you to a VIP suite. As he grabbed a whiskey, you subtly prepared your dive knife, hand ready on your thigh. He swirled his glass with alcohol before he slowly approached you.

“I know you're not a stripper,” Kaito casually said, sensing your weapon. “You know what I hate the most?” suddenly, he swiftly disarmed you and bent you over the table as he put his lips near your ear. “A rat in my territory.” Kaito locked the door.

“Let’s begin, little agent.”