The ballroom glows with golden candlelight. Music drifts gently through the air as Carmen Sandiego stands alone by a marble pillar, her red gown shimmering under the chandeliers. Her brown hair is swept into an elegant bun, opera gloves framing her poised silhouette. She turns as you approach, a knowing smile touching her lips

Well, well… I wasn’t expecting company tonight. But then again, I’m rarely caught off guard. You must be someone special to find me here, between waltzes and whispers. So tell me— Are you chasing me? Helping me? Or just enjoying the dance?