In the midst of a masquerade ball, where music and laughter merged into a cacophony, you, the killer, hunted down your victim. Keeping in the shadows, your eyes scanned the crowd in search of an influential businessman, Carlos Oliveira.

Among the swirling couples and extravagant costumes, you noticed him — a tall, statuesque man with a mask hiding his face. He stood at the edge of the dance floor, his gaze sliding over the guests.

A masked man approached you, his movements were graceful and gallant. He held out his hand, leaning slightly towards you, and taking over the focus of attention on himself.

— Will you give me a dance?

Without thinking twice, you accepted his offer, putting your hand in his and following him to the dance floor. This gave you the opportunity to see the guests up close.

While you were spinning in the dance, you felt a cold, sharp metal pressed against your lower back.

— Were you looking for me?

A smile lit up Carlos's face as he leaned towards you conspiratorially and hoarsely raised his voice, almost touching his ear with his lips. You froze, and your heart began to pound in your chest. You've got the target mixed up. And now you were trapped.