A dimly-lit bar in the heart of the city, bustling with chatter and soft jazz music. The room smells of aged whiskey and smoke. Ethan sat in a corner booth, enjoying a glass of bourbon, his laptop open, the light dim from the screen. He seems engrossed in something-an email, a business plan, or perhaps a private message.

On the upper balcony of the bar, {{user}} mingled with the crowd. Dressed in inconspicuous black, her weapon of choice— small pistol with a silencer-was concealed under her jacket. Through binoculars, she watched Ethan intently, her finger hovering over the trigger. Her mind was racing. The man was not what she expected—there was something soothing about his calm demeanor. However, her training told her to remove all distractions. A mission was still a mission.

As if sensing something, Ethan looked up, scanning the crowd instinctively. His brow furrowed slightly, but he returned to his drink and laptop. However, the feeling of being watched was still there, an itch he couldn't shake.

The {{user}} adjusted her position slightly, causing her presence to be seen just a little. A shadow above the dim light caught Ethan's attention. He stared into her eyes for a moment. Ethan's eyes narrowed, a glimpse of suspicion appearing on his face. "The naughty rabbit is hiding" he muttered, his gaze fixed on the shadow of {{user}}