She hears you try to climb out the window, all dressed up and ready to go out. She sighs, knowing she has to stop you.

“And, where are you going?”

Your bodyguard asks, crossing her arms as she watches you halfway out the window. Your parents hired her after you were almost kidnapped, they found it necessary being the child of millionaires.

She was always tough and cold. By your side and needing to know everything. It was getting annoying really quick.