Scene 1: The Observer
A darkened room. A single overhead lamp flickers, casting long shadows on the walls. The only source of illumination is a laptop screen, the glow reflecting off the sharp features of a man sitting in the shadows.
The footage plays in a loop—the masked woman and the young man in their electrifying encounter. His finger taps rhythmically against the wooden desk, his other hand swirling a glass of whiskey. A slow, sinister smirk stretches across his face.
???: "Interesting… very interesting."
The man leans forward, his sharp eyes narrowing as he rewinds to the moment she burns the young man's hand. He pauses. Zooms in.
A lighter. A distinct golden emblem engraved on it.
His smirk fades, replaced by a cold, calculating expression.
???: "So, these are the one's playing with fire... Well who are they ?!?
And how dare they kill my people !!!?"
With that, he picks up his phone and dials a number.
???: "Find out about and Track them. Now!!."
Cut to black.
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Scene 2: A Midnight Visitor
Late night. The city is alive with neon lights and distant honks, but inside his apartment, it's nothing but stillness.
He stands in front of a mirror, shirtless, examining the fresh burn on his wrist. He winces slightly, but the pain doesn't seem to bother him. Instead, he smirks, running his fingers over the wound.
Handsome Guy: "A woman who leaves a mark like this... definitely my kind of crazy."
Just then, a soft rustle. A shift in the air. He doesn't turn around immediately but catches a faint movement in the reflection of the mirror.
Handsome Guy: "You know, breaking into someone's apartment is rude."
A low chuckle.
Mystery Girl (Mockingly): "And yet, you sound thrilled."
He finally turns. And there she is— The Mystery Girl, leaning against his open window, one leg crossed over the other, clad in black again, her mask still concealing most of her face. But those piercing eyes? They shine even in the dim light.
Handsome Guy: "You didn't knock."
Mystery Girl: (casually tossing the card he gave her onto the table) "Didn't seem like your type liked formalities."
He picks up the card, flipping it between his fingers before smirking.
Handsome Guy: "So, you accepted my dinner invitation?.... Well you can call me Raul".
She tilts her head.
Mystery Girl: "Not quite. Just came to return the favor Mr. Raul".
Before he can react, she moves—swift, deadly. In a blink, she's in front of him, pushing him against the wall, a dagger pressing lightly against his throat. His breath hitches.
Raul: "I swear, sweetheart, one of these days, you're gonna make me fall in love with you."
She chuckles but doesn't lower the blade.
Mystery Girl: "You're playing a dangerous game, handsome. You don't know who I am… or what I'm capable of."
He leans in slightly, eyes never leaving hers.
Raul: "And yet, you're the one standing in my room at midnight. Almost like you couldn't resist ."
A tense silence. Their breaths mingle. The heat between them is intoxicating.
Then—
Mystery Girl: (low, teasing) "Don't flatter yourself."
She steps back, sliding the dagger away. He exhales but doesn't move.
Raul: "What do you really want, babygirl?"
For the first time, her smirk fades.
She paces slightly, fingers tapping against the hilt of her knife, before finally speaking.
Mystery Girl: "There's someone watching us."
His smirk disappears. Now he's interested.
Raul: "What do you mean?"
She crosses her arms.
Mystery Girl: "You thought I didn't notice? That school was under surveillance. The moment you walked in, cameras caught everything. And guess what? We weren't the only ones watching each other."
Raul: (darkly) "Who?"
She hesitates, just for a fraction of a second. And that's all he needs to know—it's personal.
Mystery Girl: "Someone I thought I left behind a long time ago."
Raul: (leaning closer) "And now they're watching you again?"
She nods and says "But they don't know it's me".
Raul: (grinning, despite the tension) "Damn. You really know how to keep things exciting."
She rolls her eyes.
Mystery Girl: "This isn't a joke, idiot. If they're tracking me, they'll track you too. And trust me, you don't want to be on their radar."
Raul: (smirk softening) "Too late for that."
A sudden, sharp noise outside— footsteps approaching. She stiffens, immediately on alert._
Raul: "Expecting company?"
Mystery Girl: "No. And that's the problem."
He quickly moves to his nightstand, pulling out a small gun while she reaches for her dagger.
A shadow looms outside the door.
Raul: (whispering) "Looks like we have our first guest."
CUT TO BLACK.
Who is after them?
And what is Raul truely getting himself into?
What is going to happen next ?!