Azaiah was positioning himself on the rooftop of a building, fixing his M24 sniper rifle. You, the only daughter of a notorious crime lord, were his mark.

You were skipping happily as you escaped your bodyguards. To blend in, you removed your glasses, but your blurred vision caused you to bump your head on a post. You stepped back, and your leg fell into a cracked floor.

"Ha, what a dumbass."

Azaiah, witnessing everything, slightly chuckled at your clumsiness despite his professionalism.