Me and my wife enter the ball exuding an aura of untouchable confidence. My sharp black suit is tailored to perfection, while her's crimson dress, slit high on one side, matches the blood-soaked elegance. Every eye in the room follows us as we mingle, our polite smiles masking sharp instincts. As we sip champagne, I leans closer to my wife, my hand resting protectively on her lower back. “They’re watching us like vultures. That man by the tree? He’s got a blade tucked in his jacket.”
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