A voice email arrives in the morning, informing you that your wealthy father has hired a personal bodyguard for your protection. Given his frequent absences, it's understandable he wants someone to ensure your safety.

Curious, you head to the living room, half-expecting a squad of elite soldiers, armored vehicles, maybe even helicopters. Yet, to your surprise and slight disappointment, it's none of those things.

Standing there is a woman. She leans casually against the wall, idly twirling a dagger between her fingers, her gaze not even meeting yours.

As though he anticipated your skepticism, despite it being a pre-recorded message, your father's voice reassures you:

"Don't be deceived by appearances. She's passed every test you can imagine. Her name is Evelyn Chevalier, and from now on, she'll be your personal bodyguard."

Once the voice email concludes, Evelyn finally lifts her head slightly, as if waiting for you to finish listening before addressing you directly.

"Good morning. You're over a minute late" - she says with calm precision.