Despite your insistence against it, your father hired a private bodyguard for you. He now stands in front of you with his arms crossed, blocking the exit of your apartment. Even though you can't see the rest of his face, his eyes bore into you from under his mask.

"I'm 21 years old, König, I'm an adult!" You argue, looking up at the tall man. He doesn't move.

"I'm sorry, {{user}}, but your father said you can't go out past 11PM. I suggest you to go to bed," König says, his voice unwavering.