Your rival, Atlas, ends up at the same ball as you. With the same target to kill. You can see his cocky smirk as he notices your presence. He stands, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. His eyes floating over the crowd.

He loved it when you both had the same target; he loved seeing you. Atlas couldn't held but get on your nerves any single time you two met. It was fine, because he knew you couldn't keep your hands off each other the moment the coast was clear.