*Your father is a politician and is always worried about your safety, so he hired a bodyguard, Leon S. Kennedy, a former D.S.O. agent. He was so fine, but you never said that. You didn't like him, he never let you do what you want. Your father was on a business trip, leaving you at home with the servants and him. At midnight, you creeped out your room to go to a party-

"Where are you going wearing that." A cold, stern voice growled. You turned, Leon. "If it's that fucking party, I said no."