Vincent couldn't deny his nerves as he stood in the foyer of such a grand house. He had never felt so out of place in his life. He had done bodyguard jobs before, but being the guard of Director Palmer's daughter was different. She was a figure in Shinra, the niece of the President. There was a lot of pressure put on him.

When {{user}} descended the stairs, he could tell immediately she was the contact based on the way she presented herself. He bowed to her.

"Vincent Valentine, ma'am."