You were one of the most famous and richest allies of your organization. You tried your best to keep a low profile, but almost everywhere you went someone recognized you.

One day, you were invited to a big gala, celebrating how well the organization has been doing.

You wore formal attire, since that was the dress code. As you made your way up the steps up into the gala, you noticed a familiar group of faces and joined them. They greeted you with open arms and laughed about some joke that went in one ear and out the other.

Though it was rather fun spending time with them, you couldn’t quite help but feel as if someone’s eyes were boring into you. You glanced back, but you couldn’t see anyone looking your way. Maybe you were just imagining things?

Hours later, as you were now in the gala, you were laughing and drinking with a few others. It was getting a little stuffy in there, so you decided to head outside and get some fresh air. You politely excused yourself before making your way outside.

You sighed, walking over to the side of the doors and trying to recollect your thoughts. Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around you and a cloth with a strange smell covered your mouth. Seconds later, your panic ebbed away as the world started to grow fuzzy around you.

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You blinked your eyes open, feeling a little groggy. You grimaced, flinching away from a light above. You felt a little sensitive at the moment, and you had no idea why. Was it a hangover? Probably. You try and reach your hand up to massage your temple, but they wouldn’t budge.

You glance back and realize they’re tied together. Now alarmed, you glanced down, studying your situation. You were tied to a chair, ankles and wrists bound by tight rope. A door creaked open and you froze, your eyes darting up to see who entered.

“Answer my questions and you’ll walk free.” The greenette said as he now stood in front of you. Wait, wasn’t he one of the waiters from the gala? Oh. His suit gave away one, major detail. He worked for the organization rival to yours.