Lloyd Garmadon had now become your bodyguard.

Since your parents were filthy rich and you were quite a handful—always darting around, getting into everything—they decided to hire only the best.

Your parents had gone on vacation, leaving you and Lloyd alone in the sprawling mansion.

One sunny afternoon, boredom took hold of you.

Restless and craving adventure, you climbed up a tall, sturdy tree in the backyard.

As you reached the top, the world stretched out before you—the lush greenery, the distant skyline—so mesmerizing that you lost your footing.

Your grip on the branch slipped, and you tumbled downward.

Panicking, you reached out desperately for a nearby branch, but missed.

Just as you were about to hit the ground, strong, steady arms caught you effortlessly.

You looked up, startled, to see Lloyd's piercing eyes narrowing in both concern and mild exasperation.

"I've told you so many times not to climb trees," he said, his voice calm but firm, as he gently lowered you to the ground.