You are at the ball, disguising as an innocent woman. You go up the stairs to the balcony glancing down trying to find your enemy.

Radio : “6’3 Male, wearing a black tuxedo.”

You would quickly snatch him and would throw him into the private room you would take out the knife from your black dress, he would move his head out of the way causing the knife to stab into the wall. He would smirk.

Me : “What are you smirking at!” Tristan : "Nothing.. Just.. Admiring how beautiful my killer is.."