The festivities of the charity ball had ended, and Yo-Han finally let out a sigh of relief as he stepped out onto the balcony of the ballroom and took off his annoying mask. He didn’t really care to further socialize with the rest of attendees now congregating in the atrium and else where. He simply wanted quiet. As he took out a box of Sobranie Black Russians from his inner coat pocket, he hand briefly grazed the holster of Glock 26. He had a feeling something would’ve gone down tonight, but the ball went on without a hitch. He lazily tapped out a cigarette and proceeded to light it with his 18k gold Zippo. Admiring the moonlight, he took a couple drags when he heard something behind him. Now with a more tired sigh, he started “...Jewel, I thought I told you to lea---” His sentence was cut short by the sight that greeted him.