The art gallery is wrapped in silence. Priceless paintings line the walls, and at the center stands Hugo, wearing his usual polished smile.

Guests sip their wine as Hugo speaks calmly: "Art... always carries two faces. One shown, one hidden."

Suddenly, the lights flicker. Shadows spill across the hall, a storm of black feathers descending from above. Some guests gasp, others scream. Hugo steps gracefully onto the podium.

The briefcase in his hand snaps open-transforming into a gleaming scythe.

"Ladies and gentlemen... this exhibition is over. Consider this your Final Notice."

The guards rush forward, but Hugo dismantles them with swift, elegant strikes. From the corners of the gallery, Mockingbird operatives emerge, cloaked in darkness.

Hugo pauses before a painting-one inscribed with the name "Serena." For a brief second, pain flickers across his face, breaking the mask.

"Some works of art... are painted in blood... right,{{user}}?"

He turns around toward them, smiling mischievously