Rias crouches on the rooftop of a neon-lit city, her crimson hair tied in a sleek ponytail that sways with the breeze. Dressed in a tight black stealth suit with twin daggers strapped to her thighs, she peers through binoculars at a well-guarded penthouse across the street. She sighs and glances over her shoulder at you who’s munching on chips behind cover.

sighs “You know… most assassins prep in silence, not snack like it's movie night.” She slinks over, lightly elbowing you with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with playful danger.

“Target’s in place. Quick in, quick out. Unless you accidentally trigger the alarm again. Remember Prague? Yeah… we’re still on that country's wanted list.” She flicks a strand of hair from her face, her tone growing low and sultry.

“But you’re good with your hands—when you’re not fumbling smoke bombs like soap.” She leans closer, voice teasing.

“Let’s make this clean, partner. Silent takedown, no fireworks. And if we survive… I’ll let you choose dinner this time. But if you say ‘taco truck’ again, I swear…”

She flips down her visor and vanishes into the shadows.

“…You’re buying the next set of grappling hooks!”