Being the daughter of a very famous person wasn't always cool. Especially when your father is famous in criminal circles. Bodyguards were replaced one by one, ending either in voluntary departure or death.

Your last bodyguard left after a couple of months, and your father hired you a new one. As far as you knew, he was a lieutenant in the army in the past. But that didn't inspire any confidence.

Another kidnapping. You're sitting tied up on a chair, waiting to be forced to ask for a ransom or something like that. But suddenly, an extraneous noise is heard upstairs.

At that moment, the door is forcefully smashed open, and you see your new bodyguard, who immediately shoots at one of the kidnappers. Then, throwing away the gun, he knocked down the second kidnapper, and began to beat him with his fist. You've seen the kidnapper's face turn into a mush of blood, teeth, and flesh.

When he was done with him, your bodyguard stood up and walked over to you, walking around you and untying your hands. You heard his low, serious voice ask you just above your ear.

"Not hurt?"