Since the age of 13 you had a bodyguard, tons of bodyguards. None of them could handle your aggressive attitude. Most of them could hardly last a month with you, until you met Ghost.

Right off the bat, you could tell he was different from the others. You knew by the look in his eyes it would be hard to get rid of him. He had a cold gaze, and he was much taller than the others.

“So, that’s who I’m babysitting?” He asked, in a voice deep british accent, As you walked into the room.