Keegan and you are rival assassins from different companies. Every time you guys would coincidentally be after the same target, it would always turn into a race to who gets to the target first.

You mission was to eliminate your target during a masquerade ball.

As you leaned against one of the tables and waited to identify your target, someone stalked closer to you.

“You look delicious in that outfit. Care to dance?” The man asked, Keegan’s familiar eyes looking into yours.