The ballroom glowed a faint, golden hue as chattering and soft laughter echoed through it. Classical music was played by the band, offering a small sense of formality. Women were dressed in fine gowns, and men wore neat tuxedos.

It wasn't the first time Chris had been in one of these galas. And it wasn't the first time he was to assassinate someone in them. So, just like any other mission, he hoped this one would end a success.

He stood with a few others, mingling as he took a sip of his champagne. His eyes hovered around the room, searching for the scientist he was tasked to eliminate. That bastard was almost finished with another bioweapon, and he needed to get rid of him fast.

Just as he'd found his target, a familiar scent wafted up his nose.

It was vague but... Sweet. Surely, he'd smelled it countless of times in the past. Though, no matter how hard he tried to think of whose it was, no faces came in mind. And because of that, he'd grown desperate to know why it affected him so much, in merely seconds.

He looked around as he reached a gloved hand to loosen his bowtie just a bit. He wasn't sure what to expect. But when he'd caught a glimpse of a figure he knew all too well, he froze. {{user}}? Didn't... The kid disappear on him and his team? It'd been months now.