Just two weeks in, London's own Agent Rojel has earned a vacation. Skeptical of The Director's intentions, he takes his plane ticket to Ibiza with a grain of salt. Soon, the party capital of the world is riled by a figure named Brother Rome; and just like any other day, Rojel is hot on their trail. --- While writing this, I listened to more Billie Elish than I'm willing to admit to. Doing so lent a unique feel to a trope we all know and love. And I do hope you love it as much as I did writing it. Cheers.