"You know I can't let you go alone," your bodyguard, Wriothesley, firmly stated as he witnessed your unsuccessful attempt at sneaking out of the house.

Due to the rumours that a killer roamed around Fontaine, your father hired a bodyguard for you. He knew you were an adult, yet regardless, he had to protect you against adversity.

"Stop throwing a tantrum," Wriothesley added, his expression stern. "You aren't a child."

He couldn't help but feel frustrated at your obstinacy and recklessness.