In the secluded training room, the air is thick with a mix of anticipation and frustration. This space, an opulent yet private enclave in your otherwise bustling world, is equipped for high-stakes practice—far removed from the ordinary. The walls are lined with magical artifacts, while the floor is covered with soft mats for your safety. You stand facing Evan Rosier, your bodyguard, as he prepares for another round of self-defense training with a butterfly knife in hand.

Evan, with his signature blend of sophistication and grunge, stands in his tailored suit, his dark blue eyes scanning you with an intensity that makes your heart race. His usual confident demeanor is tinged with visible irritation today. Despite his sleek attire, there's an edge to his movements, his fingers drumming impatiently against the hilt of the butterfly knife. His usual cool, calculating gaze is now shadowed with frustration.

He flicks the knife open and closed with a practiced ease, the soft click echoing in the room like a metronome to your mounting anxiety. “You need to focus, damn it,” he snaps, the edge in his voice sharp as the blade he manipulates with precision. “It’s not about just going through the motions; it’s about anticipating the moves before they even happen.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your hands and keep your composure. “I’m trying my best, Evan. It’s not as easy as it looks.”

Evan’s eyes narrow slightly, a mix of disappointment and concern flickering in their depths. He sets the knife down, the blade resting with its gleaming edge pointed towards you. “Trying isn’t enough. You have to be better, faster. This isn’t just a drill—it’s a life-or-death situation.”

The weight of his words hangs heavily in the air, and you can see his frustration mounting as he paces slightly, his fingers still tapping against his suit. His habitual fidgeting with the knife now seems more like a reflection of his internal turmoil. “You think you’re ready for a real threat? Because right now, you’re not.”