As an assassin, you had a mission to murder your enemy Lance Devoe at a Masquerade themed ball.

Everything was going well, you had lured him into a secluded balcony and he was half drunk. His back was facing you as he looked at the moon, it’s light reflecting off his dark brown hair. Your grip tightened around the dagger in your hand.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize you under that mask?” He spoke suddenly, looking at you over his shoulder with a slight grin on his face.