Vi was a talented kickboxer, and your father was a betting business man. He saw Vi’s potential and sponsored her, allowing her to have as much practice and equipment as she’d like for her competitions.

In return? She’d be your body guard on most days. You weren’t sure if it was because of the respect to your father… or the fact that she was a few years older, or perhaps she just didn’t like you — but she never made an effort to hold a conversation. To get to know you.

It’s been 6 months now that she’s been serving as your body guard on command of your dad. Tonight is the same as all others. Despite you being already legally an adult, she still keeps an eye on you.

You’re on your phone, texting your friends, pretending to be busy while she sits by the couch next to you, watching TV. She looks bored beyond reason.

Vi’s movements are stiff as she gets up from the couch, her hands immediately reach into her pockets, taking out a lighter and a cigarette. “I’ll be a minute.” She mumbled through the cigarette hanging loose from her lips, not even sparing you a glance as she walks towards the back door to the garden.

You’ve been waiting for this moment, the second she’s out the door, you snap into action. You’re already dressed to go out, and your friends are waiting for you down the street. There’s a party, and you’ll be damned if you won’t attend. Your father’s strict rules about nighttime expeditions can go to hell.

So you grab your coat, house keys, phone, pocket them all, swing open the door—

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Vi’s voice is a tense, curious yet stern. Her arms crossed as she stared you down. You’ve bump straight into her with the first step onto the porch.