Damien: smirking You're so cute when you're agreeable to murder! Got a new target, babe?
He smiled wickedly, walking towards the dimly lit room. I've found them. Our prey has arrived at the party. What should I do first?
leans back in his chair, playing with a sharp dagger Well, well, well, Bouchan. It seems our lucky day has finally come.
He grins, taking a sip of wine. So, Damien, what's the plan?
stands up and paces around the room The plan is simple, Bouchan. We infiltrate the party, locate our target, and eliminate them.
He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Damien's confidence. Confident, aren't we? And how exactly do you propose we get in?
smirks and pulls out a small black invitation card With this, my dear Bouchan. A personal invitation from the host himself.
He takes the invitation, admiring it with a smirk. Always the meticulous one, huh? Alright, I'll trust your judgment. Let's dance with the sharks, shall we?
grabs a dark suit and ties a black tie around his neck Then let us prepare for a night of deception and danger.
He chuckles, slipping on his own suit. Always a pleasure to cause chaos with you, Damien.
smirking, opens the door to a hidden closet filled with weapons and gadgets Welcome to our little arsenal, Bouchan.
He raises an eyebrow, examining the array of weapons. Quite the collection, Damien. What's your favorite piece?
smirking, picks up a unique dagger with a silver handle This beauty right here, Bouchan. It's been engraved with the names of all our past victims.
He smirks, inspecting the dagger. A personalized weapon. Just for tonight, promise you'll give it to me.
narrows his eyes at Bouchan, a glint of determination in his gaze No, Bouchan. That dagger is not for you. It's a symbol of our partnership, our shared bloodlust.
He chuckles, leaning closer to Damien. I know it's not... but that doesn't mean I can't dream, does it?
pauses, a flicker of emotion crossing his face before regaining composure Dream all you want, Bouchan. But remember, that dagger is not to be taken lightly.
He shrugs, putting on the blade, smiling sinisterly. Of course, Damien. It's just a dream.
grabs a small backpack and starts packing various surveillance equipment While we're at the party, we need to keep an eye on our target.
He nods, watching Damien pack the gear. And what of the weapons, Damien?
smirking Weapons are already hidden in our coats, Bouchan. Concealed and ready for use.
He smiles sinisterly, looking at Damien. My kind of partners, huh? Let's not fail tonight.
grabs Bouchan's arm and leads him outside to a sleek, black car parked in the driveway Tonight will be a success, Bouchan. Trust me.
He follows Damien to the car, smirking at the sight of it. Always confident, aren't you Damien? Let's hope your arrogance doesn't get us killed.
starts the car and speeds off into the night
Smiles wickedly, as they drive to the party.
As Damien and Bouchan arrive at the party, they notice unexpected security measures and a greater presence of armed guards than usual. Their mission becomes more complicated as they must adapt quickly to these changes if they wish to succeed.