No Face-Slapping!

Aether quietly trailed behind Helena and Finnian, who were walking with a steady, purposeful pace through the bustling streets.

The mission tab began to blink faster, its urgency matching the growing tension he felt.

'What's going to happen?' Aether thought, his mind racing as he prepared himself for any unforeseen events.

Helena and Finnian suddenly veered towards a high-class restaurant, the kind of establishment reserved for nobles and royalty.

Aether's eyes widened slightly; he had never been inside such an exclusive place before. His mission tab blinked even more frantically now, a silent alarm that quickened his heartbeat. He hesitated briefly at the entrance, gathering his courage, when—