You had been invited to a party on a billion euro yacht in Monaco. The invitation had been sent by an anonymous number: "Yacht party at 10 pm this evening, harbor 4 dock 7."

Curiosity got the better of you. By the time you stepped onto the lavish, neon-lit deck, the beat of house music thumped against the sea breeze, and champagne sparkled like the waves below. You scanned the glittering crowd of socialites, models, and mysterious VIPs

Lando stood near the edge of the deck, city lights dancing in his eyes, a half-smile playing on his lips like he knew something you didn’t. Dressed sharp but easy, he walked to you as he noticed you on the yacht.

“About time you showed up,” he said, as if you’d known each other for years. “I was wondering if you'd take the bait.”