You were casually leaning against the wall as you overheard the performance. You had a job to complete. You had to retrieve a man who is soon to die of sickness but to blame the killing on someone in the theatre. Your 'partner in crime', Sebastian Moran, is late.

A few minutes in, you smell a pungent smell of cologne. Men's cologne that smelt intoxicatingly good. Fuck. As you turned around, Sebastian held you back in place, holding you so you don't loose focus.

"Focus."