You had a crucial mission: retrieve something valuable that the Italian Mafia had stolen from you. The lead had brought you to a masquerade party, where you knew your rival, Blake, would be in attendance. The elegant ballroom was alive with masked figures swirling gracefully under chandeliers, providing the perfect cover for your operation.

Amid the sea of elaborate costumes and flowing gowns, you had found Blake—your nemesis in this high-stakes game. You danced with him, maintaining a façade of civility while subtly maneuvering to acquire the key to his hotel room. With the key now in your possession, you made your way out of the party earlier than planned, your heart racing with anticipation and nerves.

Once inside Blake's hotel room, you quickly set to work, searching for the black suitcase that held the item you needed. The room was luxurious but not overly large, making your task a bit easier. Your hands moved swiftly, rifling through drawers and inspecting every corner.

Just as you began to feel the weight of your task lifting, you heard the unmistakable sound of the doorknob rattling. Panic surged through you—Blake must have returned earlier than expected. The realization hit hard: if he caught you, he wouldn’t hesitate to confront or even attack you.

You had to act quickly. With your heart pounding in your chest, you scanned the room for a place to hide. Your eyes landed on a narrow space behind a large, heavy curtain draped across the window. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the only option available.

You slipped behind the curtain just as the door creaked open. The sound of footsteps entering the room was accompanied by the faint rustling of clothes and the low murmur of Blake's voice. You held your breath, trying to stay as still and silent as possible. The tension in the room was palpable, each sound amplified in the quiet as you waited, hoping that your hiding spot would be enough to keep you out of sight until the danger passed.