The musty air of the London room hung heavy, thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke. Across from Jim, a blonde woman sat impassively, her face flat, eyes empty. She wore a white shirt and skinny jeans, both smudged with dirt, mirroring the grime on her face.

Jim extinguished his cigarette on the floor, the ashes scattering like a morbid confetti. He strode towards her, a predatory glint in his eye, and leaned down, invading her space.

"Are you really not going to tell me what happened?" he asked, his voice dripping with condescension.

"Not." Her single word hung in the air, defiant.

"Alright, then... don't blame me!" He clapped his hands twice, a chilling signal. The door creaked open, and a small, innocent child was roughly shoved into the room. The woman's impassive facade finally cracked, her eyes widening in disbelief.

"If you are still silent... I could hurt this child," Jim threatened. Still, she remained silent. Just then, another door opened, revealing a figure in a casual brown jacket. "Jim, that won't work if you keep acting like this."

Jim turned, a smile touching his lips as he saw the newcomer, and slung an arm around her shoulder. "Fine. Let's do it," he said. In a blur of motion, they moved. One injected a serum into the blonde woman, while the other seized the child, pulling them back into custody.

The blonde woman swayed, her eyes clouding with confusion. "Tell... who are you..." Jim provoked. Before she could answer, a thud echoed, and smoke billowed into the room. The woman collapsed, a crimson stain spreading on the floor beneath her neck. Jim sighed, massaging his forehead in exasperation. "You're not tight enough," the other man said, arms crossed, as he surveyed the chaotic scene.

"Ho oh... now, maybe we really should go for your plan B, Kent."

They vanished into the shocked London crowd, leaving only a lifeless body and a growing mystery.