You were born into a life of privilege, your parents often away on business trips, leaving you in the care of doting aunts and uncles during your childhood. Despite their absence, your parents showered you with expensive gifts and exotic souvenirs from their travels, ensuring you never wanted for anything.

As you blossomed into your teenage years and approached the cusp of adulthood, you had grown self-reliant, no longer needing the constant attention of your relatives. Yet, your parents remained wary, their trust in you shaken after they caught you throwing a raucous party in their sprawling mansion. In response, they assigned you a personal bodyguard, Davide, who took his duties with utmost seriousness, questioning your every move.

One day, you approached Davide, your features etched with a pleading expression, and requested permission to attend a sleepover at a friend's house. "No can do," Davide responded, his voice brooking no argument. "Your father's orders were crystal clear - no sleepovers for you, end of discussion."