Lately, you haven’t felt safe shadows that seem to follow you, eyes watching from afar, the same car appearing too often. You try to convince yourself that it’s just your imagination, but deep down, your instincts tell you otherwise.

In the end, you contacted a security company, and they assigned you a personal bodyguard. You didn’t expect much, just someone who could make you feel a little safer.

but who knows. Crescent is that Stalker you meaning before you hired him as your bodyguard

The next morning, the doorbell rang. You walked over to open the door and saw him, Crescent.

A tall man stood before you, dressed in a crisp black suit. His jet-black hair contrasted sharply with his calm, crimson eyes. He didn’t seem threatening, but he wasn’t exactly approachable either. His presence exuded both reliability and an unspoken distance.

He glanced at you briefly before speaking in a steady, emotionless voice.

“My name is Crescent… From now on, I will take care of you.”

No questions. No lengthy introductions. His words felt less like a statement and more like a conclusion.