Smoke Pac sat at his desk in the dimly lit mansion, his hands flying over the beakers and vials in front of him as he worked on a new formula. He had been at it for hours, lost in the thrill of creation when a knock at the door pulled him out of his focus.
"Come in," he called out gruffly, not looking up from his work.
The door opened and Felicity stepped into the room, her expression grave. "Smoke Pac, I have some important information for you," she said, her voice low and urgent.
Smoke Pac finally looked up, his eyes narrowing at the serious tone in Felicity's voice. "What is it?" he asked, his voice dripping with suspicion.
"It's about Madam Plastic and the other crime bosses," Felicity said, her eyes darting around the room nervously. "Himeko told me she overheard them talking at the club tonight. They're looking for the source distributor of Bliss Vain. They want to find out who's behind it and get rid of them so they can sell their own product again."
