charade

━━ a night of bloodshed.

BRADBURY BUILDING OF LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, IS HEREBY FOUND IN THE CITY DOWNTOWN'S RENASCENCE. Known to be a fine and historic commercial area exclusive for everyone who likes vintage modernity in one frame. A place that's quite popular to tourists for its late renaissance inspired artistry, aureate skywalks, alabaster stone walls, and placid ambience. Glasses were neat and emplaced on each ornate-designed metal rims, screaming more beauty and elegance as it weaved around the aureolin premises.

Soon enough that Hanma and y/n arrived at the venue, scads of guests and privileged people were already all over the locale whilst wearing their respective attires - matching it with the ivory theme. The cream hues throughout the area clearly differs from the scarlet color of y/n's dress; nevertheless, she really didn't pay it any comfort as she's certain that she looks extravagant wearing it anyways and the one who also required her to fit that garment is her primary boss; Manjiro Sano. Or so she thought that way.

"Bradbury is a perfect place if you want to take a wedding or debut photoshoot. Though this is nothing but just a meeting place for the respective guest that the party will have, an entrance to the exquisite one, to be precise. The final event will happen at Majestic Downtown and I'll drive you to that place for at least half an hour. For now, let's just stroll inside." Hanma informed, taking her to his side as they ambled around the sinister place's lavish deutsch.

Although unnoticed, few of the invited people were looking at y/n as if she's the most controversial nincompoop to ever exist inside Earth. For the bearings after all, she's the only one who's wearing a red gown whilst the others are wearing either ivory or creamy-hued dresses and suits - making her whole attire remain distinct even though it was evidently stated on the invitation that the theme is ivory.

"I'm quite vexed by the way some of 'em stare at you," Hanma commented, "Is that how they greet an alluring celestial such as you?"

"If you're not blind, I'm certainly the only one wearing red here, sir. If you're annoyed by the way they stare at me then let's just hurry to the main venue. The heels are killing my legs, too. I wanna sit at least." Y/n reputed, tugging the thread of her gown before stopping on her further steps. The grand staircase before her made her nerves null for a whole minute as the idea of climbing it with cigarette heels on will surely do none but make her leg and feet lethargic.

"Hm, good idea. Let's go," gestured by Hanma, slinking his palm to rest atop her back to aid her on walking towards the exit, "Whatever rumor may I indulge in for doing this, I don't care anymore."

"People will really make a baseless accusation all because your palm touched my back, huh? It's okay though, I don't really mind it. If this simple gesture will ruin your reputation, I am certainly going to make a move about it though." With an arrogant sneer, y/n abided Hanma's silhouette on departing from the place towards the tangerine-colored Lamborghini Urus SUV that he owns.

"After you, meine liebe." Laying his hand midair, the door of his respective vehicle opened - welcoming y/n with a tough zesty scent of Gardenia freshener as soon as she entered. Regardless of that, her mind's wandering nowhere near the features and specs of Hanma's new car as she was only fixated on the big plan that she made. 

Checking the time on the car's dashboard, she sighed - sighting 7:22 PM in the digital. If she were to compute it with the plotted time she aims, she still has six and a half hours but if she were to estimate it - she only has six hours 'till then. And worry not for her because that six hours is enough for all the things she needs to happen - the complete and perfect time for the first card; Ace of Spades, to occur amidst the dusk of her silhouette.

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"Perdona mi comportamiento, señora. But I think you're in the wrong place. You don't have an invitation and the theme of your gown is clearly different from the rest. Surely, you will understand why I won't let you enter the premises, right?" One of the big guards halt both Hanma and her from entering Majestic Downtown's extravagant locality - suspicious by the absence of proof regarding her sole affirmation inside the party. Hanma did present one invitation but she doesn't have hers - a big problem for her, of course.