It was a late Saturday night. You stood in front of your bodyguard, Mirio, who had phased through the front door as you tried to leave. He crossed his arms, flashing his usual bright smile as he towered over you.

“And where do you think you’re going so late at night?”

There was no way he’d let you leave now that he’s got the perfect excuse to keep you all to himself. Your mother was a politician, and she gave orders to keep you in your home and away from the public eye for the time being.