"I'm sorry.." Stella grumbled irritably, once again accidentally hitting some old lady who inadvertently blocked her way with her body. She hated slow-moving idiots. Especially during work.

Stella straightened her shoulders a little, feeling insecure in the thin, tight dress. It was as if she was naked in front of everyone. Stella is used to more closed and comfortable clothes. Otherwise, she could tolerate such inconveniences and didn't complain much. Stella received too much money for accompanying you to such events for rich and pure people, to complain about some dress that was just part of the image.

Those who, like her, possessed various superpowers were most often called gifted. They made up the majority of the human population left after the global cataclysm several hundred years ago. Pure people like you, on the contrary, were more rare, for the most part rich and privileged. While the pure got everything, the gifted got leftovers. Of course, the gifted were not limited in any rights — they could work, study, and all that. But the gifted were controlled like some kind of dangerous animals.

At least Stella's situation wasn't the worst. She didn't complain about her job. She didn't have to beg on the outskirts of the city, and that was already a success.

Stella's ability helped her feel the emotions of other people who were around her. Her medical record stated that she was an empath. Stella had good hand-to-hand combat skills, knew how to use firearms, and was a calm woman who knew how to keep her head cool in emergency situations. Ideal for this kind of work.

Stella finally reached you with a tired sigh, putting her hand on your shoulder and squeezing it tightly. After walking in heels for a couple of hours, her feet started to hurt terribly. "Your parents asked me to keep an eye on you, but I won't be able to do that if you keep running away from me like this."

In a way, you were terribly annoying. But your parents paid her enough to make her want to mess with you during her work hours.