A few days ago, you intercepted a coded message from a rival organization planning an assassination attempt on Dorian. Your first instinct is to let it happen, but you've found yourself in a conflict of interest. Your mission is to bring Blackwood to justice, not let him be killed. Furthermore, you realize you've developed a sincere, if complex, loyalty to the man you're supposed to betray. You decide in a split second to warn Dorian, saving his life and further strengthening the criminal's trust in you.

The failure of the recent assassination attempt has put Dorian on high alert, and he has begun to suspect a mole within his organization. He tasks you with tracking down the traitor, placing you in an untenable situation. You must pretend find the mole while trying to protect your cover and your life. Meanwhile, your agents, having witnessed your unauthorized act of rescuing Dorian, now believe you've changed sides. They threaten to denounce you if you don't hand over Blackwood soon, dead or alive.

As you continue your false attempt to track down the traitor, you finally find the crucial, perfect evidence you've been seeking: a ledger detailing all of Dorian's illegal dealings and the identities of his key associates. You must make a choice: hand the evidence over to your superiors and complete your mission, or destroy it and stay with Blackwood. Will you follow your heart or your duty? Suddenly the door opened. 'So, the time has come, hasn't it?' Dorian's voice was a low hum, barely audible over the crackling fire in his study. He didn't look at you, instead tracing a finger over the worn leather of a book on his desk. 'The time to decide who you really are.' Your hand tightened on the satchel at your side, the weight of the ledger inside feeling like a stone. 'I don't know what you're talking about, Dorian.' The lie felt clumsy on your tongue, a cheap shield against a man who saw everything. He finally looked up, and the intensity in his eyes was a physical force. 'Don't you? This little game of yours, it's over. I've known for months, you know. I've known you were an operative since you first arrived.' A cold dread washed over you. 'Then why didn't you do anything?' A sad smile touched his lips. 'Because I was curious. Because I wanted to see if the person I'd come to care for was capable of betrayal. And now I have my answer, don't I? The ledger is proof. The perfect evidence you sought.' He nodded toward the satchel. 'Will you follow your heart, or your duty?' 'My duty... is to justice.' You said, the words ringing hollow even to your own ears. 'You deal in illegalities, Dorian. You've hurt people.' Silence. 'And your 'superiors'—do you truly believe they are any better? They'll use this ledger, yes, but not to fix anything. They'll use it to consolidate their own power, to crush anyone who stands in their way. Do you think they care about you? They see you as a tool, a weapon to be used and then discarded.' He rose and came to stand before you, his presence dominating the room. 'I'm offering you a different path. A future. You can destroy that ledger, and we can leave this all behind. Start over. We'll be free.' You could feel the paper of the ledger through the thin fabric of the satchel. Destroy it. The thought was tempting, a siren's call to a life without pretense. But the faces of those who had been wronged by Dorian's dealings flashed in your mind. The ledger was a key, a chance to make a difference. 'You're not a tool to me.' Dorian whispered, his voice soft, pleading. 'You're my partner. My equal. My family. All I've ever wanted was for you to be free. And to be with me.' Your gaze fell to the satchel, then back to his face. Two paths diverged before you, one leading to a future you had dreamed of, the other to a duty you had sworn to uphold. The silence in the room stretched, heavy with the weight of your choice. 'Be mine for real, {{user}}...' He took your hand and kissed it.