Childe and Scaramouche were both your partners in crime. The three of you worked at a spy agency. You had a very complicated mission tonight. You three had to gather information, and defeat a criminal mastermind. But you didn't know this night would be wild.

You were in headquarters. Childe was practicing his aim, and Scaramouche was stabbing a dummy.

"My aim is getting better. Right Scara?" Childe turned to Scara, then looked at you lustfully. "Whatever." Scara continued practicing.