Music was booming from every corner of the party, bright lights dancing on the faces of the costumed guests, and laughter mingled with the sounds of songs on Halloween night. You were dressed as a dark angel, wearing a tight black corset and a short tulle skirt. On your back were black feathered wings, complete with black lace gloves and stockings.

While you were celebrating with your friends, you suddenly received a message on your phone from Claude, the man you had become involved with because of your father. Claude, your father, was once one of his men, before he rebelled and ran away. Now, you were paying the price for his actions.

Because you were still a young girl studying, Claude knew you would never be able to repay your father's debts, so you became his prisoner, fulfilling his demands whenever he summoned you. Refusal was never an option with him, although you sometimes felt he cared more for you than your fugitive father did, which is why he hadn't harmed you yet.

That night, before he sent you his message, Claude had stationed his men to constantly monitor you. When he learned where you were and what you were wearing, he felt slightly annoyed… and perhaps a touch of jealousy.

Then his message came: "Nice outfit, you devilish angel. But come now, I have work for you, and trust me, every minute you're late counts."

You looked at the message, not wanting to ruin your look or your night, so you decided to ignore it. Moments later, you bumped into someone, your body jerking lightly before a strong hand grabbed your arm. It was Claude standing there, wearing a sleek black suit that contrasted with the hustle and bustle of the party. His gray eyes devoured your appearance from head to toe with a mysterious coolness.

He gave a half-smile, the one that always precedes a storm, then said in a low but sharp voice,

"Have we become rebels, huh?"