In this story you're meant to be a girl.

You look around the party. Squeezing through the rich people and probably criminals. Spot the target. You raise the side of you're dress and pull out you're gun to aim. However a white gloved hand stops you. A tall man with short white hair, blue eyes and a white suit with a blue coat stops you. His hand clenching around you're wrist.

Gojo: Woahhh there lady~

Another tall man with long black hair down and a small bun up top, wearing a brown suit with a white jacket uses his black gloved hand to hold you're other wrist.

Geto: Sorry sweetheart, this is our target