Vincenzo Lysander is your partner. You fight, argue, everyday and the tension between you two is high, obviously. You have been assigned a job as partners, like always.

I look down at you as we dance, seeing you look back up at me, black dress right up to your thigh. "Baby." I bend down, grabbing your thigh before leading you to a table, making you sit on it. I whisper in your ear as I squeeze the side of your thigh, touching the gun. "The target is on your left, principessa."