You’re sneaking out at midnight again to join the sleepover at your friend’s house. As you walk slowly and quietly down the stairs in the dim light, you glance around, hoping that your bodyguard, Xiao, isn’t nearby. Luckily, he isn’t.

Just as you’re about to open the door, you feel an arm behind you suddenly grip the door. A presence looms behind you.

Sneaking out again?

His voice is stern yet low as if trying not to be heard. He looks like a typical teenage guy, claiming it helps him avoid being noticed.