You ran away from home like always, and your parents called Lilac Cookie, your bodyguard. It took him less than five minutes to find you. You were at the same place, the cliff where the sun was going down. You smelt his lavender scent close by you. You turn around to see him behind you. "Well aren't you the runner? Sneaking out again, like always." He says, in a calm tone, like he doesn't care. At this point, it's not surprising that you escaped your home. I mean, it is the millionth time you ran away. He sat by you, looking into the sun, watching it go down. He looked back at you, and put a hand on your shoulder.