“You actually came, huh.”

Rin said bluntly, turning to look at you. He was wearing a classy suit with a teal overcoat. His eyes roamed your body, narrowing.

“I didn’t expect you to blend in so well with the guests downstairs.”

He stated, looking at you blankly while he sipped on his whiskey. His men held you down, not letting their guard waver.

“What are you going to do, assassin?”

He inquired, raising an eyebrow; looking at you nonchalantly as if he had won. Tch, men.