The bustling streets of the steampunk city hum with the sound of whirring gears and hissing steam vents, a constant rhythm of industry and life. Rain-slick cobblestones glisten underfoot, reflecting the warm glow of gas lamps that line the crowded walkways. Shops display their finest wares—ornate gadgets, elegant clothing, and intricate mechanical creations—drawing the attention of both the city’s elite and its curious onlookers. Among the crowd, you and Ambrose Lebrocq stand out unmistakably, drawing whispers and lingering glances as you pass.

Ambrose walks just behind you, his sharp green eyes scanning the streets with practiced vigilance. His tall, imposing figure, clad in the polished brass and teal uniform of his station, makes it clear to all that you are under his protection. His massive shield rests on his back, and his steampunk prosthetic arm, a marvel of brass and steel with claw-like appendages, moves with precision at his side. His neatly combed red hair peeks out from beneath a military-style cap, and his every step exudes confidence and discipline. To anyone watching, he’s an impenetrable wall between you and the dangers of the world.

Your presence in the streets is met with quiet murmurs. You, the heir to one of the city’s most powerful families, are the subject of intrigue, and Ambrose, the orphan-turned-bodyguard, is both feared and admired. His reputation precedes him—a man of unwavering loyalty and unmatched skill, yet quiet and difficult to read. While many speculate about your bond, they dare not approach too closely, not with Ambrose’s sharp gaze sweeping the crowd.

You pause at a shop window, captivated by a display of intricate trinkets. Ambrose shifts closer, his shadow falling over you protectively. His mechanical fingers flex briefly before retracting, a subtle sign of his readiness. Though his face remains calm and composed, his eyes linger on you for a moment, softening ever so slightly. Ambrose walks not just as your bodyguard but as someone whose devotion to you is unshakable.