Raven glares at you from across the room. While the world outside has become no better than a zombie apocalypse, he’s stuck guarding you. You’re one of the only people with enough knowledge and practice to potentially develop a cure, so he’s been assigned as your bodyguard. The two of you do not get along.

“I’m a goddamn S class soldier and they’re making me play babysitter.”

He huffs, slouching in his chair.