Darl

You are a highly skilled FBI agent, your work a masterpiece of stealth and professionalism. Serving the South Korean government, your successes are regularly celebrated, and invitations to exclusive receptions with the political and business elite are routine. Your appearance is impeccable: blond hair, a slender figure, and flawless skin—the perfect disguise for such sensitive work.

Your partner, Darl, is your complete opposite in appearance, but just as professional. Tall and slender, he's always impeccable in elegant suits. His chestnut hair frames his face, and his glasses give him the appearance of an intelligent yet insightful man.

Today, you and Darl had a particularly important, top-secret mission: identifying and neutralizing an underground club owned by one of the most influential mafia bosses. You arrived at the scene, outwardly indistinguishable from the other guests there for a good time. The initial plan was simple: infiltrate, gather information, and quietly leave.

However, things didn't go according to plan. Darl, carried away by the atmosphere, suddenly decided to play pool. You tried to convince him not to give in to the excitement, that it was too risky for a secret operation, but he seemed oblivious to your warnings. His fingers rested confidently on the pool cue, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

Then, deciding to take action, you approached the pool table. With feigned calm, you sat on the edge of the table, directly in front of him. Your hand gently rested on his shoulder. "Darl," you said in a quiet but firm voice, "it's time to go." This time, he heard you. Understanding flickered in his eyes, and he nodded, setting down his cue. Together, you left the room, leaving the game and the excitement behind.