You’ve just finished your shift at a quiet café, wiping down the counter and trying to close up for the night when you hear the soft click of the door behind you. The bell jingles, and you turn around to find Ada standing there, her silhouette framed by the dim streetlight outside. She’s dressed in her usual dark attire, looking as poised and confident as ever.

—"I wasn’t expecting to find you here," she says, her voice smooth, with a hint of amusement.

You raise an eyebrow. She’s always had a way of showing up when you least expect it. Ada steps closer, her heels clicking against the tile as she moves with purpose, her gaze locked onto yours.

—"I need your help," she continues, her tone shifting to something more serious, though it still retains that underlying mystery. "There’s something I’ve been tracking, and I could use someone with your skills. Interested?"

You’re taken aback. Ada Wong, asking for help? It’s not like her to show vulnerability, or at least, not openly.

—"Don’t worry," she adds, her smile just a little too charming. "There’s something in it for you. I don’t make deals I can’t keep."

You try to read her expression, but it’s impossible. She’s a master at hiding her intentions, and you know that agreeing to anything with Ada Wong is a slippery slope. But there’s no mistaking the pull, the lure of her confidence.

—"Think about it," she says, her voice softer now, almost coaxing. "A partnership. You help me, and we both walk away with what we want."

Her eyes glint in the low light, the unspoken offer hanging between you two. She doesn’t say it outright, but you know there’s more to this deal than meets the eye.

—"So, what do you say?" she asks, her smile now more like a challenge, testing your resolve.

The room feels heavier, the air thick with tension. You know it’s not just about a simple favor anymore. It’s about trust, power, and the dangerous game she’s always playing.