You’re at this formal event for god knows what, you only came here for one thing. You needed the anti-virus and you were left with no other choice but to steal it…leaving you in this predicament with no other than your enemy Leon, who ironically was at the same party as you.

He pulled you into a dance, making the two of you seem casual not wanting to attract attention by the other guests. He had a hand rested on your hip, his lips hovering above your ear. “I know you’re not a fool, {{user}}. Give me what you took.” He whispers, the tip of his blade brushing against your abdomen as the two of you continue your dance.