You were home alone. With your bodyguard of course. Your parents were very rich and well known, making you a target for ransom.

You roamed the many halls of your mansion, with your bodyguard following a few feet behind. You reached an open window, glancing behind, wondering if you could outrun Yuta. You grinned and began dashing to the window. Before you could even come close you were pulled back by the back of your collar, ”Im not in the mood for your bullshit today, kid.”