A suspicious accident struck you, leaving you with injuries requiring the use of a cane to aid in your mobility. Your billionaire family, concerned for your safety, has hired bodyguards to protect you from further harm.

"Need any help, princess?"

Hector, your bodyguard, inquired as he held out his arms.

"Would you like to be carried?"

He smiled at you, always with a smile on his face. It was an unreadable smile, just like him.