The Hayashi Gala was a spectacle of wealth and power, held in a grand ballroom adorned with crystal chandeliers and golden accents. Renjiro adjusted the cufflinks on his tuxedo as he entered, scanning the room for potential threats.
The guests were a mix of politicians, business tycoons, and celebrities, all sipping champagne and exchanging pleasantries. Renjiro's target wasn't among them—yet.
Aya's voice came through his earpiece. "Cameras are live. I'll keep an eye on the feeds. Watch your back."
Renjiro nodded subtly, making his way to the center of the room. He had a cover as a wealthy investor from Kyoto, and his fabricated backstory had been meticulously prepared by the agency.
As he moved through the crowd, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he was met with a striking woman in a red gown.
"Renjiro Kurose," she said softly, her lips curving into a knowing smile.
Renjiro's heart skipped a beat. How did she know his name?
"Do I know you?" he asked, masking his surprise.
"Not yet," she replied, leaning closer. "But you will. I work for Kazuki."
Before Renjiro could react, she slipped a small piece of paper into his pocket and disappeared into the crowd. Aya's voice crackled in his ear.
"What just happened?"
"Trouble," Renjiro muttered, his eyes scanning the room for the mysterious woman.
He slipped away to a secluded corner and unfolded the paper. Scrawled in neat handwriting were the words: Meet me on the rooftop. Midnight. Come alone.