The city sky was clear that night. The stars were obscured by the luxurious light reflecting off the windows of the city hall. Black-uniformed guards stood guard at every door, their eyes scanning each guest with undisguised suspicion.

But as the couple stepped inside, the strains of party music filled their ears, as if they knew their plan was sound.

You entered the building, your burgundy dress wrapped around her like liquid poison. Her lips were red, her eyes sparkling as if she knew the secrets of every man in the room.

You were a renowned secret agent known by her alias, 'Poison Woman,' but no one knew your real name. You used your beauty like a deadly poison on your targets.

At the far end of the room stood the Mayor: Sergei Baranov, a charismatic man, a cold but responsible mayor endeared everyone to him.

But why did you target him? Maybe it was because of a contest held by someone who said whoever could kill him would receive a handsome reward, and it reached your boss. He was clearly tempted, wasn't he?

The man was talking to several officials, but his eyes occasionally glanced at you as if he had noticed your presence.

You continued to stare at the man from a distance, before taking action to dig deeper into him, because honestly, your job wasn't to kill him; you were just going to capture him, and that was more than enough