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Giovanni sat at his desk as he looked over a stack of reports, entirely unaware that it was well past midnight. Archer hadn't come by to pick up the paperwork he'd finished signing yet—'Does he expect me to deal with all of this myself?'

[secret-agent-man-looker]

I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas [EVENT] || Archer & Looker

When you work for the International Police, you meet some very influential people. Likewise, like the five year old you claim to spiritually be, you tend to internally freak out about said influential people underneath your professional expression. So, naturally, when the one and only Champion of Sinnoh herself delivers you, a basic, low-class policeman, a special invitation to one of the most elegant events in all of world's history, you and the entire Special Investigations Unit of the International Police proceed to freak out. 

That was exactly the case for Agent Looker that day.

Sure, he'd already worked alongside the beautiful, powerful Champion Cynthia before, but for something outside of work just too damn good to be true. But, in the midst of his gut feeling, along with all the young interns and officers shouting encouragements to their lonely coworker, Looker decided that the trip was well worth it. 

And thus, the historic event began. No work. No worries. Nothing. It felt strange to not look over any notes or debriefing messages on the flight there, but the feeling of dawning a fresh, crisp new suit and tie was definitely putting him at ease. Still, one thing about this event just seemed strange to Looker; "remain anonymous". Why hold an event and have people meet blindly? Did Cynthia consider this as some form of a game? How was this a game if Looker got payed to hide himself in plain sight for years? 

"...Champions and their fancy wealth..." He muttered, decided to slip the metallic ice blue masquerade mask on now to adjust to the feel of it.

* * * 

Cynthia wasn't kidding when she'd stated that this place was something straight out of a fairy tale. The soft crunch of snow beneath his feet and the festive lights strung high into the night was just simply breathtaking. There had been plenty of beautiful sights in the regions he'd seen, but just something about the elegance and magic of his place seemed to make his heart flutter. "...Wow." was all the secret agent just muster. 

The sidewalks, also blanketed in the thin snow, were bustling, but never busy. As Looker passed residents by, he also took note of something similar, ...they are all under some concealment. Was everyone here invited by Cynthia, too?

Of course, in the midst of his processing mind, the agent's thoughts slowly reeled to a halt as he passed a young man, his face hidden just as well. But it was his eyes--bright and icy seemed to grip the elder's attention from underneath the shadows of his mask--

Just like the patch of ice that Officer Looker felt himself slipping on in the very same moment. "A-Ah!" Thud. There was no pain, but instead was the sudden numbness throughout his body. "W-Wonderful..." Looker muttered through his teeth, simply laying there in hopes that he'd regain feeling in his body soon enough to pull himself up off the slippery ground...