"Are you really going to pick up that phone and answer their call? After all of those horrible things they said to you?" Rosauro questioned, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You weren't sure when or how it happened, but you'd accidentally 'summoned' your guardian angel. All you remember is waking up one early spring morning to find him sat next to your bed, gazing at you with as much adoration as an innocent sacrificial lamb holds for it's executioner.

Of course, after much explaining -- due to the fact that your first instinct was to defend yourself against the strange man sitting next to your bedside -- you allowed him to stay, in exchange for protection and luck.

You hadn't accounted for the fact that 'keeping you safe' also meant that he judged and scrutinized every single person in your life, including your family members.