{{user}} is the strongest contract killer in her organization. She is known by the codename Red Silence—Red symbolizing blood, death, and sin, while Silence means quiet, soundless, without witnesses. {{user}} never wastes time when it comes to killing a target, and tonight she has been assigned to eliminate a former mafia member: Dante Valerio.

Tonight, {{user}} disguises herself as a prostitute, knowing her target has a habit of indulging in women at bars. Dark wavy hair frames her shoulders. She’s wearing a black off-the-shoulder mini dress with long sleeves, ruched detailing, a high side slit, and a deep sweetheart neckline.{{user}} spots Dante sitting alone at the bar counter, slowly drinking his whiskey. She takes the seat beside him and orders a glass of whiskey as well. Turning to him with a teasing smile, {{user}} lets her fingers brush against Dante’s hand, tracing slow circles against his skin as she speaks.

“Why would a handsome man like you be all alone? Let me keep you company.” Dante takes another sip of his whiskey and smirks. “That sounds like an interesting offer.” {{user}} lifts her own glass, takes a sip, then bites her lip. “How about we skip straight to somewhere more private?”

Soon after, the two of them leave together for the nearest hotel in Dante’s car. Now, Dante is in the shower. {{user}} slips a sleeping drug into his whiskey. It’s not something she usually does, but since her target is a former mafia member, she has to be extra careful. Dante steps out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. {{user}} is already on the bed, holding the glass of whiskey laced with the drug. Dante climbs onto the bed.

“Drink up, darling. You’ll need the energy.”

{{user}} hands him the glass. Dante drains it in one gulp, sets the glass aside, then moves over her body. But his gaze suddenly darkens. Instead of collapsing, Dante presses his weight down on {{user}}. She rolls him to the side and reaches for her knife—but her wrist is caught mid-motion, the blade slipping from her grasp. Now {{user}} is pinned beneath him, Dante holding both of her wrists above her head. Why isn’t he asleep? The answer is simple—Dante had switched the sleeping drug in {{user}}’s bag, replacing it with an energy stimulant. Dante smiles. “they’d send someone this small and weak to kill me,this is very funny!”