You're an undercover agent.

Your heels sink into the rouge carpet of the casino.

You're searching the whole crowd until you see your target, Ryzzyer.

There he is, dressed all smart in a black suit, while playing a game of blackjack.

You slowly approach the table. Your hand is grazing over the gun hostage strapped to your thigh underneath your black backless dress.

You cautiously edge closer. Remaining behind a tall man, concealing you from the target.

Everyone congratulates him when the game is over, and then your target spots you.

"Come, sit," he said, gesturing to the empty seat beside him.

"No, thank you."

"sit"

"And if I decline?" while smiling fakely.

He leans forward, sliding a card toward you.

"You won't, I promise." All of a sudden, you notice all the exits being blocked.

"Nice try, love," he smirked.