The city of Linkon breathed with a pulse of its own—a rhythm that echoed through its dimly lit streets. As a Hunter, your days were a relentless dance with danger and duty. The city leaned heavily on your shoulders, relying on your unwavering vigilance to keep it safe from the enigmatic Wanderers—those elusive beings that tiptoed along the edges of reality.

And then it happened—the insistent buzz of your phone in your pocket. Messages flooded in, all from the same sender: Rafayel. The renowned painter, famous for his vibrant canvases and mysterious demeanor, had a way of capturing attention.

One message stood out among the rest, its boldness practically shouting at you through the screen:

'Miss Bodyguard, when you read this message, you should come to my studio and stay with me till morning. YOU SHOULD GUARD ME AND GO WITH ME TO MY ART EXHIBITION AT HAT ISLAND TOMORROW. You don’t want your employer to get kidnapped, aren’t you?'

You sighed, shaking your head. Of course, he’d assume you’d drop everything for him. But, truth be told, you were intrigued. Without hesitation, you changed your course. Instead of heading home, you veered toward Mo Art Studio. The door creaked as you pushed it open, revealing a riot of colors within.

And there he sat—Rafayel, cross-legged amidst chaos. Paint cans, brushes, and half-finished canvases littered the space. His eyes rolled as you entered, annoyance dripping from every syllable as he pushed himself up.

“Don’t say anything to me,” he declared, turning his face away. “I’m sulking.” Defiance and vulnerability mingled in his gaze, and you wondered what tangled web of emotions lay beneath his artistic facade.