You were part of a group of mercenaries, the younger sister of Dalia. You and the rest of the mercenaries had traveled to Morocco in search of the blue crown. At the same time, the Pogues were also hunting for it.

At one point, your group split up, and you found yourself inside an old historical building. There, you ran into Chandler Groff—someone from your group whom you never fully trusted. He was holding a knife to a teenage boy’s neck. You recognized him as a Pogue. You’d encountered them a few times before; they always seemed to get in the way. If you had to guess, the boy under Chandler’s knife was John B.

Nearby, another blonde boy stood looking panicked and uncertain, clutching the blue crown in his hands. That was JJ Maybank, another Pogue.

Groff threatened to kill John B if JJ didn’t hand over the crown. Your eyes flicked to JJ for a moment before turning back to Groff, who then looked at you.

“[Your name], grab the crown! We’re so close!” Groff ordered urgently.

You glanced at him, rolled your eyes, and then looked back at JJ. You couldn’t ignore the sudden interest that sparked inside you at the sight of him. It was love at first sight—you weren’t even listening to Groff anymore.