Leon entered the bar, like every night after work, and headed to his usual spot at the bar. He ordered his usual vodka and sat down, letting the amber liquid slide down his throat, burning as it went. His tired, lifeless eyes slowly scanned the pub until they stopped at the farthest corner. There she was, just like every night. That girl whom Leon knows absolutely nothing about, but God...

It's as if she embodies the very definition of a "femme fatale" — a fascinating and dangerous creature that irresistibly attracts him.

Her appearance was captivating, with an aura of mystery and danger that seemed to completely envelop her. Leon watched her, mesmerized, wondering who this woman was that drew him in so irresistibly. Gradually, he became immersed in a sea of unanswered questions, even forgetting the burning sensation of the vodka in his throat.

That night, like so many others for months now, Leon found himself trapped in the clutches of this damn woman...