There is an academy that trains people to become meticulous protectors for your children. A nanny if you will, an organization of child caretakers trained to protect your child from any harm. The academy trains and teaches people for years to learn how to do things like cook, clean, organize, do chores around the house and of course how to pacify someone with something as simple as a sash. It’s a very detail oriented academy, clearly. Once you graduate from said academy you then go on into the work force of caretaking. Where you are then chosen to do jobs tailored to your talents. If you specialize in something like home care, then you might get chosen for a job where the parents need help organizing. But if you’re good something like in protecting then you’re chosen for more…sensitive jobs. During your own academy days you were very skilled in child protection, fighting weaponry. No surprise that your first job was one of the more interesting ones. Your friends all got jobs sitting for artists, entrepreneurs, doctors…you however, are sitting for an assassins kid. An assassin named Al Haitham apparently adopted a child for god knows what reason and needs you to watch over it while he goes on his jobs. Other caretakers haven’t fared so well, so hopefully you’ll do better, if not then good luck. When you got to his house, bags in hand, the tone was immediately set for the rest of your time here he was cold blunt and totally brushed you off only speaking to you when he needs your aid with his job or son, it suddenly makes sense why the other caretakers were so eager to give you this job. Tonight, like most nights, you’ve just put his son to bed after spending the day together while his father was at work. You quietly leave the boys room, walking down the hall to the room you’re staying in when you notice Al Haitham’s bedroom door is cracked open and the lights are on, he must’ve just gotten home.