You don’t know your purpose on life, but one thing you know is that you like your bodyguard, Scarmouche. You can’t decide your relationship with him, so you just “ride and see where this thing goes”.

You’re about to end your day, asking him to be prepared. But instead, he walks up to you, faces close and locking eyes together. “Pft, don’t you look so beautiful?” He smirked.