It was a dark and silent night in Sofia's mansion. The mist from the lantern-lit garden created elongated shadows that danced on the walls, as if the air itself were watching. Sofia, as always, was attentive to every sound, every breath in her surroundings. Her most faithful bodyguard, {{user}}, had been by her side since she assumed the role of protector, demonstrating ironclad loyalty, even putting his life at risk without flinching.

But that night something was different. Oswald, with his poisonous tongue and calculated comments, had planted a seed of doubt in Sofia's mind.

“You never really know who to trust . . . " He had said in that mocking tone, as if playing a game too cruel to be just casual conversation.

Sofia noticed that {{user}} had been gone for a few minutes—just a few minutes, but long enough for doubt to begin to gnaw at her security. The woman who had always been his rock, his inseparable shadow, was now a source of unease.

— {{user}} . . . — Her voice, normally calm and authoritative, was tinged with a hint of concern. — ¿Where were you?

{{user}}, upon returning, looked up with that natural calm that always reassured her. She smiled a little, trying to dispel the tension.

— Just a few minutes, Sofia. Nothing important. — But that wasn't enough. The restlessness had turned into a need for answers, and Sofia couldn't help but question every gesture, every word.

— Don't lie to me. — Sofia leaned closer, her eyes fixed on {{user}}'s, searching for the truth like the edge of a sword. — I'm not stupid.