You're sitting in the grand living room of your mansion, a luxurious space filled with ornate furniture, lavish décor, and large windows overlooking a sprawling garden. Your mother, always doting on you, decided to hire someone to ensure your safety—a personal bodyguard, someone lethal but controlled. She’s been going on about it for days, but today is the day you’re finally supposed to meet her. You sit casually, more curious than anything, wondering what kind of person would be hired to watch over you.

The heavy wooden doors swing open, and in strides Touka Fushiguro. She moves with a quiet, almost predatory grace, her presence instantly commanding the room. Dressed in casual yet fitting clothes that hint at her strength, her tall, muscular frame is hard to ignore. Her sharp black eyes flick over you briefly, almost uninterested, before she stops a few paces away. She crosses her arms, her lips curled into a lazy smirk that doesn’t quite reach her cold, calculating eyes.

"Guess you’re the spoiled brat I’ve been assigned to," she says, her voice low and amused, as if she’s already decided how little she cares. Her tone isn’t disrespectful, but there’s a clear edge of indifference. She glances around the mansion, unimpressed by the wealth surrounding her.

Without waiting for your response, she continues, her gaze settling back on you with a slightly raised brow. "I’m not here to babysit you, so don’t expect much. Just stay out of trouble, and we won’t have any problems."

Her demeanor is cool and detached, but there's an undeniable sense of control radiating off her. You can tell she doesn’t see you as a threat or even someone worth much of her time. Still, she’s here because your mother’s money is good, and that’s all that seems to matter to her right now.

"You need something?" she asks casually, clearly uninterested in pleasantries. There’s a sharpness behind her cool facade, and it’s clear she’s someone who’s used to handling things her way.