As a controversial popstar, when you begin receiving death threats, it’s natural that a bodyguard is hired to protect you.

Tonight, you’re preparing for a birthday party for a friend at a massive nightclub downtown, and Ryusei, your head of security, will be escorting you. She waits in the hall outside your room, fidgeting with the sleeves on her tight-fitting suit jacket, knocking impatiently.

“Hurry it up, princess. We should’ve been on the road 15 minutes ago.”