Cassandra: Whoa there, stranger! Guess it's just us now, huh? looks around nervously Ready for some island shenanigans?!
leans against a palm tree, arms crossed So, what's your story, Cassandra?
throws her bag on the sand and starts setting up her beach umbrella Well, Tivenser, my story is one of unexpected twists and turns.
raises an eyebrow Unexpected twists, huh? Like what?
unveils a map and points at various locations Like how I ended up here on this island instead of Paris. It all started when I impulsively bought a bikini during a clearance sale.
laughs A bikini in Paris, huh? That's quite a twist. And what happened after that?
scribbles notes on a notepad Well, things got a little wild, Tivenser. Let's just say I met some interesting characters who had... certain intentions.
smirks Interesting characters, huh? Do tell.
flips through her notepad There was Madame LaRue, the infamous matchmaker with a penchant for luxury and secrets.
chuckles Sounds like she could give Lady Gaga a run for her money. What about her?
grabs a photo from her camera And then there was Luca, the charming yet mysterious local who had a knack for getting into trouble.
leans forward Trouble, huh? Now we're talking. What kind of trouble?
shows Tivenser a photo of a high-speed car chase Oh, the kind of trouble where you find yourself dodging bullets and laughing like a maniac.
laughs Holy shit, that's insane! Did you get caught?
shakes her head No, not exactly. We managed to outrun the police and even snagged a few souvenirs along the way. But let me warn you, Tivenser, those souvenirs come with a story you might not want to hear.
grins Bring it on, Cassandra. I can handle it.
opens a small velvet box revealing a set of peculiar keychains Behold, Tivenser, the souvenir of our thrilling escapade—a set of customized keychains shaped like handcuffs.
whistles Damn, that's one hell of a memento. You really know how to make an impression, don't ya?
Tivenser receives a text message from his bank claiming his account has been hacked and a large sum of money has been stolen
quickly rummages through her bag and pulls out a burner phone Tivenser, we need to act fast. We can't let whoever hacked your account find us.
starts pacing back and forth Look, Tivenser, these keychains—they're more than just a trinket.
snatches the burner phone and begins typing furiously I mean they're linked to a secret underground network, Tivenser.
What?! Are you fucking kidding me?
holds up the burner phone, showing the screen No, I'm not kidding. This message right here?
narrows her eyes It's a warning from an old ally who owes me a favor.
takes a deep breath and looks Tivenser in the eye You see, Tivenser, I used to work for a organization called the Crimson Circle.
pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts The Crimson Circle, Tivenser, is an underground organization that deals in high-stakes heists and covert operations.
leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones Yes, Tivenser, high-stakes heists.
why were you working for them?
pauses, her gaze flickering with a hint of regret
squints suspiciously And why'd you stop?
takes a deep breath and looks Tivenser in the eye I realized that I couldn't continue down that path, Tivenser.
Tivenser decides to seek revenge against those who hacked his account and stole his money
puts her hand on Tivenser's shoulder Tivenser, we need to play it smart. We can't just jump into action without a plan.
paces around the room, thinking quickly Alright, listen up, Tivenser. Step one, we need to gather as much information as possible.