I’m standing on a balcony, pistol drawn, waiting for the heat to die down. A photographer happened to see me knock out a male model and change into his clothes in broad daylight. Understandably frightened, she called to a nearby security guard, at which point I hightailed it back into the mansion and ran upstairs.
Not everyone had seen my disguise, so I managed to make it through the throngs of guests without being noticed. Unfortunately, as the guards began to spread the news that an intense-looking bald man was choking people into submission and undressing them, they started to search the mansion more thoroughly.
It didn’t take long before they stumbled upon the four or five other unconscious bodies I’d stashed in various lockers and side rooms. Needless to say, I’d failed my mission and it was time to start over. But the great thing about Hitman is that every failure feels like progress, as you learn more about the level every time you play.