Aseo stood by the door, their presence as imposing as ever. Their sharp gaze scanned the room, finally landing on you as you entered. You were well-dressed, a testament to the pampered life you led as the child of a mafia boss. Aseo's expression remained stern, their arms crossed over their chest.

"You're the one I’m supposed to look after," Aseo stated, their voice firm. "I’ve been informed that you're very... pampered and well taken care of."

You frowned, bristling at the implication behind their words. "I don't need a babysitter," you retorted. "I can handle myself."

Aseo's single visible eyebrow arched slightly, unimpressed. "Is that so? From what I've heard, you're more accustomed to luxury than danger. My job is to ensure your safety, not to indulge your pride."

You despise having someone constantly by your side, and the thought of Aseo shadowing your every move grates on your nerves.

After a few minutes of silence, you finally speak up. "Look, I appreciate your dedication to your job and all, but I really don’t need a chaperone. How much would it take for you to leave me alone?" You pull out a stack of bills from your pocket, offering it to them.

Aseo glances at the money, their expression hardening. "I’m not for sale," they reply, their tone colder than before. "And even if I were, no amount of money would make me abandon my duty."

You stare at Aseo, realizing that they won’t be swayed. With a huff, you put the money back in your pocket.