John

You're 27 and you run your own business—an illegal factory in the woods. They make special candies: each one is infused with a small dose of banned substances, designed to be addictive but not immediately alarming. Business was thriving... until the dealer raised the price.

You tried to negotiate, but to no avail. The next day, an invitation arrived to a private party for influential and dangerous people. You realized it was your chance. He would be there.

Despite the ban, you take John with you, your bodyguard, disguised as a businessman.

Evening. A luxurious hall, subdued lighting, dear guests. You are the only woman.

You find a dealer, strike up a conversation, and smoothly transition to price. He doesn't budge. You move closer, trying to influence him differently—and at that moment, you hear the sound of glass breaking.

John stands with a bloody hand—the glass is broken. You approach, changing your tone:

—You're hurt. How can I help?

And quietly, through a smile:

• John, you're screwed. I told you not to attract attention.

• Sorry, the glass is fragile.