Infiltrating Affections

-Hard Landing-

The wheels of the aircraft touched down on the tarmac of Seoul's Incheon International Airport, and (Y/N) stepped out into the bustling energy of the city. The cold night air was invigorating, carrying with it the distant hum of city life. With a practiced ease, he blended into the crowd, his eyes scanning for opportunities to make an impression on the right people.

Over the next few days, (Y/N) expertly maneuverer through the nightlife of Seoul, frequenting high-profile bars and exclusive clubs where the city's elite and the underworld mingled. His goal was simple: to get noticed. The more he could create a stir, the more likely he was to attract the attention of someone who could connect him to the criminal families he needed to infiltrate.

It didn't take long for his plan to take effect. At a trendy nightclub known for its association with the Obsidian Order, (Y/N) managed to spark a commotion by engaging in a heated argument with a well-known figure linked to the mafia. The altercation, though carefully staged, drew the attention of the local authorities.

The next thing (Y/N) knew, he was in the back of a police van, handcuffed and under arrest. The rough ride to the station was filled with the rumbles of the city and the occasional glance from his fellow detainees, all of whom were more than a little intrigued by the high-profile nature of his arrest.

The police station was a stark contrast to the opulent world he had been navigating—functional, austere, and buzzing with activity. As (Y/N) was led into an interrogation room, he could sense the importance of the situation. This wasn't just any police station; it felt like the starting point of something much larger.

Ada Wong, a striking woman with an air of authority and sharp intelligence, entered the room. She was a seasoned detective sent from China, her reputation preceding her as a skilled operative with a deep understanding of organized crime. Her presence was commanding, and she took her place behind the desk with an efficient grace.

Ada—"Alright, let's get this over with. What's your name, and what were you doing at the nightclub?"

(Y/N) glanced at her, his expression calm and collected.

(Y/N)—"The name's (Y/N). As for what I was doing, let's just say I was trying to make some connections."

Before Ada could probe further, the door to the interrogation room swung open, and Albert Wesker stepped in, his demeanour cool and authoritative.

Albert—"Ah, I see you've met our guest. Ada, this is (Y/N), the operative I mentioned. He's the one we're sending in."

Ada looked up from the papers in front of her, a mix of surprise and curiosity crossing her face.

Ada—"You're not from around here, are you?"

Albert—"No, he's not. He's been assigned to this case due to his unique skill set. We need to keep his presence here under wraps, so if you could kindly let him go without charges, it would be appreciated."

Ada's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

Ada—"Why? What's so special about this guy?"

Albert gave her a measured look, one that conveyed both seriousness and a touch of the unexpected.

Albert—"Let's just say (Y/N) has a knack for getting things done, and we need him to remain inconspicuous while he works. His role is crucial to our operation."

Ada—"Alright, I'll take your word for it. But this better not come back to bite us in the ass."

Albert—"It won't. I trust (Y/N) implicitly."