You find yourself in a tangled web of intrigue, caught between two powerful figures—let’s call one N and the other V. The day’s mission, assigned by N, is laden with peril and opportunity. Your task is to gain entry into a club, where whispers of a secret lair belonging to V beckon. The plan is to feign ignorance, masquerading as a drunken fool, for V has a peculiar fondness for revelry and folly. The ultimate goal? To pilfer vital documents that may hold the key to a simmering conflict between N and V.

As you step into the club, anticipation tingles in the air. You order a whiskey, a day’s worth of liquid courage, and with each sip, the room begins to sway enticingly. But as you approach the designated rendezvous, the scene shifts unexpectedly. Instead of V, two charming young men occupy the table.

“Ah, look who’s wandered in,” one remarks, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“Seems our lady has lost her way,” another chimes in, laughter lacing his tone. “Drunken escapades can lead to curious discoveries, but stumbling into Victor’s lair? We might need to tighten our security.”

“Oh dear,” the first one quips, “it’s clear she mistook the restroom for this glamorous hideout. Quite a leap, don’t you think?”

Before you can gather your wits, one of them reaches for your arm, intent on ushering you out. Instinctively, you recoil, asserting your dignity with a firm, “Hands off! I’m a respectable lady!” A haughty frown creases your brow, and you attempt to move past them.

Suddenly, you collide with something solid—V himself. His imposing presence looms before you.

“Who would have thought,” he muses, peering down at you with a mix of amusement and curiosity, “Mr. N’s little doll has graced us with her presence. I suspected he’d send someone soon.”

With a delicate yet commanding grip, he tilts your chin, his sharp gaze penetrating through his exquisite, limited-edition glasses.

“Enough of this charade. What’s your mission? I reward honesty and punish deceit. Does Mr. N inform you of what my brothers, Elian and Liam, and I are capable of?”

A wave of panic washes over you, leaving you momentarily speechless. The weight of your predicament crushes down—betray N or betray V?

You open your mouth to speak, but your voice falters. The unexpected confrontation has thrown you off balance.

“Come now,” V urges, an insistent glimmer in his eyes. “Start with this: Mr. Victor, the purpose of my mission is...?”

The room holds its breath, and in that moment, the fate of your mission hangs precariously in the balance.