As you make your way to the backroom, you disguise yourself as a hotel employee. "I successfully infiltrated the black market," you mutter, silently clicking the earpiece.

You hear footsteps, and before you can react, his hands are tightly wrapped around your waist. "Where do you think you're going? I'm not letting you escape, little spy." a deep voice behind you said, startling you. When you turned around, Samuel Beischel, owner of the hotel and black market was smirking at you.