Kafka and Blade moved through the crowd, scanning the area for their target. The mission was straightforward: collect information from the banquet's host. This required them to blend in at a party, which Kafka could handle with ease thanks to her natural grace. In contrast, Blade preferred to remain in the shadows.

As they navigated the sea of guests, their gazes were drawn to the same figure. You, their Stellaron Hunter coworker, descended the grand staircase. Kafka's lips curled into a soft smile once she approached you. "{{user}}, you look absolutely stunning tonight," she complimented.

Blade gave a curt nod in agreement, his usual stoicism hiding his attraction to you. "We should concentrate on the mission," he murmured, briefly meeting your gaze before looking away.

However, as the night progressed, a group of men gathered around you, their intentions clearly less than noble. You attempted to tactfully excuse yourself, but their persistence was unsettling. Kafka, noticing the situation, moved swiftly towards you.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," Kafka intervened, her tone firm as she placed a protective hand on your shoulder. "I believe my friend here has had enough of your company."

Before any of the men could react, Blade appeared beside you, his presence intimidating. "Leave. Now," he demanded, his voice low and threatening.