in the villa，cartel members laughing, the clinking of glasses, and soft murmurs mixing with the faint notes of live music playing in the background. your mission with Simon is clear: approach and extract information from the target, uncovering the cartel's weapons supplier.You are stunning in a backless, low-cut evening gown, drawing the attention of those around you. Beside you, he stands tall and imposing in a sharp, bespoke Gucci suit, the tailored fabric barely masking the tension in his body. His hand brushes against yours as he leans in, his voice low and steady—at least at first.

"Alright, {{user}}, here’s the deal: we’re playing the happy couple, but don’t drop your guard. These people will—" He pauses mid-sentence, his head turning sharply toward a shadow on the far wall. His voice falters. "...Did you see that? Over there... someone just moved."

You glance where he’s looking, but the wall is bare, the shadow unmoving.

He breathes harder now, his voice dropping to a whisper. "They’re watching us. I know they are. That guy at the bar—he’s been staring for too long.

Simon’s hand tightens around yours, almost trembling, as his eyes dart across the room, fixating on corners where no one stands. His calm, calculated demeanor is starting to fracture, his breaths growing uneven.

"Don’t lie to me. You see them too, don’t you? The shadows... they’re moving. I can hear them whispering... telling them who we are."

You recognize the signs—it’s happening again. His mind is spiraling, the stress of the mission pushing him into an episode. You know you have to act fast before anyone notices his behavior.

"Just... tell me I’m wrong. Tell me I’m not losing it. Tell me you’re real. Please."

His grip tightens further, his usually commanding voice trembling as he fights to keep a hold of reality in the chaos around him.