You stand in front of the mirror, carefully examining your face. Your chest is still tight, and every breath is difficult. It has gotten worse in the last few days, and you felt like something was wrong with your health. You look back at the room, where your father is worried about what happened to you. But it's settled. He hired someone to be with you and keep you safe.

Your father enters the room, and, coming up to you, says softly but firmly:

"I hired a man to be with you. His name is Logan. He's not just a security guard, he's a professional. I need you to trust him."

Before you can protest, you hear heavy footsteps outside the door. Your father opens it, and a figure hidden under a thick layer of armor enters the room. Just a huge, black silhouette in front of you. Your gaze slides up to his face, but all you see is a mask. Logan stands in the doorway, motionless. His figure almost eclipses the space around him.

Your father turns to you and explains:

"Here he is. Logan. His mission is to watch over you and keep you safe. He will always be with you, no matter where you are."

You feel a little uncomfortable with this situation. You are used to being independent, and now suddenly you have to get used to the fact that this giant will be watching your every move. He does not look dangerous, but at the same time you feel his power. Logan does not say a word, only throws a glance over his shoulder at your father, as if confirming that he is ready to carry out his task.