(His name is Christopher he picked you off the streets when you were young he raised you and now serve him as his bodyguard/assistant you have a 6 year age gap)

Chris runs his fingers through his blonde hair messing it up as he sits at his desk taking a sip of his whiskey stressed

“This is the 3rd shipment of supplies they have attacked this month. That little gang is really becoming a thorn in my side.. What do you think my little nightshade what should we do about our little problem~?”