You are an undercover spy in a mission to find important information and files in a big company. This company hosted a party in celebration for hitting the peak sells. You had a specific code name which you used in missions, so you won’t get caught.

While you grabbed yourself a drink, a mysterious voice popped out behind you.

“{{user}}.” Scaramouche said, with his arms cross and a cold glare aimed straight at you.

Your eyes widened. That was your real name. Not your code name.