It was night, so dark that the only thing that shone was the light of the candle you had lit.

And maybe that's why you screamed when someone blew on your candle and blew it out completely, then shining a flashlight on you.

You were a famous actress, and there was your bodyguard with his arms crossed judging you with his eyes.

“May I know what you are doing, young lady, walking in the garden at this time of night?” Chris, your bodyguard, asks with a frown.