Alex's mind reeled as he struggled to comprehend his situation. His hands were bound by ropes, and a man's venomous voice cut through the air. "You bastard, what did you do to offend him?" The words were laced with malice, but Alex was clueless. He hadn't seen the man before, and his memories of the past few hours were hazy.
Before Alex could respond, the doors burst open, and a group of men armed with guns stormed into the room. Without hesitation, they gunned down the man who had been taunting Alex. The sound of the gunshot sent Alex's heart racing.
A man with a scar above his left eyebrow stepped forward, his eyes cold and calculating. "Keep quiet if you don't want to die," he growled, his voice devoid of emotion. He turned to one of his subordinates and barked an order. "Guard the door. No one enters or leaves."
With that, the scar-faced man turned and exited the room, leaving Alex shaken and confused.
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City of Kyokai:
In a narrow alleyway, a woman clad in black attire and a mask stood watch, her eyes scanning the surroundings. She was armed to the teeth, with pistols holstered at her hips and a rifle slung over her shoulder.
Her gaze was fixed on the luxurious Ryzo Hotel, a symbol of opulence and excess. The parking lot was filled with sleek, high-end cars, and a long line of guests waited to enter the hotel. The occasion was the 18th birthday party of Mr. Tenji Yamato's grandson, a celebration that had drawn the crème de la crème of Kyokai's elite.
The woman's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the scene. She knew that the guests attending the party were not just socialites but also influential figures with the power to shape the city's destiny. And at the center of it all was the enigmatic Mr. Yamato, a man rumored to have the power to make or break companies with a single phone call.
The armed girl swiftly changed into a hotel staff uniform, complete with a fake identity card. She slipped on a pair of gloves, ensuring her fingerprints wouldn't be left behind. With her new disguise, she confidently walked towards the hotel's backdoor.
The security guards barely gave her a second glance as she swiped her fake ID card and entered the hotel. She blended in seamlessly with the other staff members, her eyes scanning the area as she made her way to the party.
With a tray of dishes in hand, she expertly navigated the crowded room, her gaze sweeping across the sea of faces. Her target was Dr. Roman, a notorious figure involved with various crime organizations, including the infamous Apex. They were known for their ruthless human trafficking operations.
After a few minutes of scanning the room, the girl's eyes locked onto Dr. Roman. He was chatting with a group of guests, his smile charming and deceptive. She quickly confirmed his identity with a discreet phone call, her eyes never leaving his face.
With a subtle nod, she signaled to her teammates, who were strategically positioned around the party. It was time to put their plan into action. The girl's eyes gleamed with determination as she began to weave through the crowd, her tray of dishes still clutched in her hand.
The partygoers remained oblivious to the danger lurking among them, but the girl knew that the night was about to take a drastic turn. Dr. Roman's smile was about to be wiped off his face, and the girl was ready to deliver the blow.