As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow over the city, I found myself sitting in the luxurious backseat of a sleek black sedan. He had hired a driver-slash-guard to ensure my safety.

I glanced at the man sitting behind the steering wheel, his features hidden by the dark tinted glass that separated us. His name was Erix, a tall and imposing figure with a prominent jawline and piercing blue eyes. My father had assured me that Erix was highly skilled in both driving and personal security.