You're a prostitute entertaining guests in an opium brothel, and you're undercover eliminating the British military.

The 1850s. Guangzhou port.

The sun was sinking towards the horizon, reflecting with golden highlights, fishing and merchant ships were bobbing steadily on the water in the docks, the wind carried the smell of salt, raw fish.. and opium. A young lieutenant general was walking down the street, hidden behind the guise of a simple young gentleman - Europeans, especially the military, were not liked in this place. And Charles was heading to a place that, ironically, was full of English merchants and officers who wanted to taste the forbidden fruit that had destroyed an entire empire.

When Charles entered the opium den, on the sign of which the hieroglyphs “相由心生” were calligraphically printed, the suffocating smell of opium immediately penetrated his nostrils, which no incense would hide. But even worse, as soon as he looked around the place, it immediately became clear: this place was not only a den, but also a brothel. However, he did not come here to indulge in debauchery, and even more so not to smoke this stuff. Recently, control over the Chinese port began to slowly weaken, the mood of the dejected population was slowly approaching a dangerous point, and the British government sent Charles to this place in order to assess the risks and engage in a private investigation. However, seeing how his compatriots followed the example of a rotting nation, smoked opium and played with prostitutes…

Walking around the reclining male and female bodies, Charles looked around, trying to find someone sober-minded. His tenacious gaze immediately clung to the silhouette hidden behind the painted screen, and intuition led him there. As Charles got closer, he saw you reclining on the couch, and a man lying next to you, stoned to a comatose state.

"Sorry.. to disturb," he says, frowning unpleasantly and slightly curling the corner of his lips at the sight of the man.