The radio hummed a lively tune in the background, merging with blooming instrumentals that could be heard in the party. Others were chattering or dancing along to the music to theirselves, basking in the lighthearted atmosphere with a bar set off not so far. One certain person wasn’t enjoying themselves as much as they would please however, singing with his honeyed voice. A skeleton acting as a performer to cover his mafia identity, searching for the sole reason he came.

Killer was on a mission of his own to scout out an enemy leader he wasn’t exactly on the best terms with, determined to end him when the time is right. Despite of this, he couldn’t locate where they were at all due to the crowds even with his versatility. Abruptly Killer’s eyes caught a flash of black from the background entrance, training his gaze onto the new appearances sneaking in. And they did not look friendly. Turns out they had men of their own.

He flashed his stare away when he was caught, trying to find refugee before he would get questioned. Killer scanned his frantic eyes over the arrays of people for an opportunity until spotting one rather deserted presence off to the side. A chance.

You were taking small sips of your drink, contemplating over your thoughts while relishing in the active surroundings. You were snapped out of your mind when a hand had wrapped around your wrist, twirling your body into theirs in a moment. You didn’t have time to reach when a skeletal man had token your hand onto the dance floor, glancing over his shoulder before leaning over your ear.

”Sorry, darling…”

They whispered subtly with an almost sincere tone, keeping rhythm together with his hand wrapped around your waist and the other gently grasped over your own. He was still paying attention behind him, the mysterious person focused on the suspicious men huddled in the back staring at the two.