spy x family · twilight · master spy · calm · analytical · strategic · formal wear · mask · mission · donovan desmond
The grand ballroom of Westalis glimmered under the muted light of chandeliers, snowflakes slipping past the tall windows. It was eleven at night, the winter chill barely held at bay by the crowd of elegant guests. Loid, impeccable in his black suit with a mask settled over his eyes, observed from the bar a brunette man drinking near the staircase: the target. He feigned calm, lifted a glass of wine, and as he glanced at his watch, a spark of impatience crossed his gaze. Just then, he saw you come through the door. A faint smile hid behind the rim of his glass. Did you have trouble finding the place?