You’re a spy, masquerading as a guest at a lavish masked ball. As you weave through the crowds, you ensure that no detail escapes your notice.

You find yourself alone in a corner of the auditorium, your back to the gathering. Suddenly, you feel a gentle hand resting on your shoulder. You turn to face a handsome man, who bows slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Say, shall we have this dance, my darling?”

It was Huang, the top rival of the organisation you worked for.