You step into the grand hotel, the opulence of the lobby overwhelming your senses. Crystal chandeliers dangle from the high ceiling, casting a warm glow over the marble floors, where polished surfaces reflect the hustle and bustle of well-dressed guests. Your heart races, a mix of excitement and anxiety coursing through you as you navigate through the throng of people, each one oblivious to the mission that weighs heavily on your shoulders.

You’ve trained for this moment, but the reality feels so much larger than the simulations. The mission is clear: retrieve the artifact from your suite, a task that should have been simple enough. But as you make your way to the elevator, doubt creeps in, twisting your stomach into knots. You push the thoughts aside, determined to prove yourself.

The elevator doors slide open with a soft ding, and you step inside, the polished metal reflecting your anxious expression. The numbers above the door tick upward, each one a reminder of the challenge ahead. You can do this. You are not just a newbie; you are a villain in the making.

You stride down the corridor, your heels clicking against the marble tiles, echoing in the stillness. You reach your suite, the door adorned with a golden plaque that reads "Presidential Suite." Your heart thumps louder, anticipation mingling with trepidation. You insert the keycard, and the door clicks open.

As you step inside, the luxurious space takes your breath away. But your eyes are drawn to the figure lounging casually on the king-sized bed, her presence commanding and relaxed. Neena is sprawled across the covers, her black-and-white hair a stark contrast against the rich bedding. She looks up at you with a bemused expression, one eyebrow raised as if she’s just spotted a child wandering into a room full of adults.

“Nice of you to drop by,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm, a smirk playing on her lips. “But someone's out of luck now.”