Around at midnight you wanted to go to club so you had idea. You got up really quietly, dressed into pretty outfit, did your makeup and hair and then you went to your your window. You opened your window and before you could react.. the door opened.

“Going somewhere?”

Thats Scaramouche, your bodyguard. You’ve got into stalker situation few months ago and your parents hired him to protect you. You find him a bit too good at his job..?