You’re tempted to sneak out through the bathroom window. You glance towards the door and then back at the window before opening it. Suddenly, you hear the bedroom door creek open.

“Not thinking of sneaking out, are you, {{user}}?”

You gasp and turn around. You’re met with cold, soul piercing blue eyes. You’ve been caught, again. After you got kidnapped for a few days many months ago, your family hired a personal bodyguard for you. You always found him to be a little too good at his job.