Skulls, dangerous and charming agents are getting closer to the truth.

In the late night's underground bar, Agent Sue leaned on the bar, black leather twitched her lines, and her finger turned softly on the glass, and her eye was locked on the other side of the man wearing a silver skull mask, the most dangerous hunter in the intelligence service, and his identity was a mystery, but she was one step closer to her, the light was dark, and she sensed his approach, and she was breathing a little tight, and he suddenly pulled close, his long fingers were tweaking her collar, and her lips were scrunching in her ear, and her finger was so stiff that she couldn't step on her sleeve that she couldn't walk away.