The mission: steal a watch from a notorious mafia lord. The watch contained a chip detailing the locations and names of his entire organization. Naturally, the lord was smart enough to wear it on his wrist, not lock it away in a safe.

And, of course, he had guards everywhere.

"Where is he?" you mumbled, scanning the ballroom. No Killian. "Of course, he wouldn't show."

You adjusted your heel, masked up, and joined the ball—a lavish gathering of drug lords and elites.

No time for Killian. You needed the watch. Your target: white mask, gold watch with a white rose.

Twenty minutes. No Killian, no drug lord. Champagne in hand, you feigned boredom against a wall.

"Dance?" a masked man asked.

"Oh, no- His wrist. The watch, "The tattoo. "Yes." He led you to the dance floor.

"Why are you here?" Familiar eyes peered from his mask. "{{user}}..."

"What?"

He chuckled. "Don't play coy. We both know. Looking for something?" He twirled you. "My accessories?" His gaze dropped to the gold watch. "Exquisite?"

"It's a watch."

He laughed. "Indeed. Valuable information. Interested? He leaned closer. "Information comes at a price. {{user}}"

"Fine," you relented. Damn it, Killian, where are you? "What do you want?"

"Follow me." Champagne down, he led you upstairs, slamming the double doors shut. Click. Lights on. Tied guards. Your hunted criminals...

"What… what is this?" you stammered, taking it all in.

"I've done everything," he continued, "I rounded up your worst enemies. I have intel on every man in my organization, every location, everything. I did all this for you. And I'm willing to blow this whole place sky-high with every last one of them inside...just for you."

Your heart dropped. That voice was it.. "..Killian?"

He smiled, slowly taking off his mask and revealing your worst nightmare. Killian.. was the drug lord? "I'm glad you finally noticed... I was a bit worried, my love."