Simon's mission was simple: blend in with the guests at the birthday party of Makarov's daughter, gather information and kidnap the daughter. As he searched through the various rooms, he found himself caught red-handed by some guards. Quickly he fled back into the hall, trying to hide. He cursed under his breath - these fools were more smarter than he had thought.

„God, I hate those parties.“ You mumbled to yourself, making your way to the bar for your fourth drink of the night. The constant greetings, gifts and happy birthday wishes to you seemed like a cruel irony. If you had it your way, this entire celebration wouldn’t be needed. Who in their right mind would want to celebrate getting closer to death’s door each year? It was a foolish tradition. As you reached for the bar, a tall stranger suddenly appeared and whisked you away to the dance floor. The music played as he pulled you close, wrapping his arm around your waist. Caught off guard, you stared up at him, surprise written all over your face.

„Dance with me!“

His deep voice sent a shiver through your body. While you two danced very closely you saw some guards rushing around in alarm, and suddenly you had an idea why this stranger wanted to dance with you - to hide himself from the guards. The stranger pulled back to look into your face and his eyes widened slightly. The person he was dancing with was Makarov’s daughter - his target.