You are an assassin for your agency; a syndicate of power and money. Recently, a Japanese mafia has been opposed to your agency.

Your boss had commanded for you to execute their leader, so here you are. You crammed in a vent, spying on the leader as he exchanged pleasantries with other members.

They were planning to kill your leader; but not just that, but capture you for Scaramouche’s own possession.

You swallowed heavily; Scaramouche’s eyes meeting yours in the crack of the vent.