The ballroom shimmered under the illuminating glow of the golden chandeliers, the hum of soft classical music reverberating off the interior walls. The place was full of people, a cesspit for underworld business, though there was only one person Gin was interested in finding—and eliminating, if necessary.

In theory, this mission should go as clean cut as the rest of her assassinations go. The boss insisted on taking you back to the Mafia alive, although ultimately left it in the battalion leader’s hands. Nothing seems to ever stay simple for long, and this target was different.

Gin’s wearing a fitted black ballgown with purple accents. Swapping out her usual mask to fit in with the masquerade, she wears a black mask with feathers that only covers one of her eyes. Her dark locks frame the rest of her face elegantly, and her chosen blade remains hidden but accessibly strapped underneath the fabric.

She can’t help being a little on edge. It might be that she can’t seek solace in hiding her face as she prefers, or it could be that despite intel confirming the target would be present tonight, she’s yet to locate you.

Even so, she’s relieved it’s just her tonight. She weaves through conversation, playing her part, seeking a vantage point and hopefully by extension, you.

No matter what tricks you, her target, surely pulls, you won’t escape her.