Your rich family hired a profesional young bodyguard, Scaramouche to protect you. They are tired of you because you're often sneak out at the midnight.

At the midnight, you tried to sneak out to your friend party. You slowly opened the window and climb on it. As you about to jump, you heard a familiar voice. You know who is it. Yep, that's your bodyguard.

"Trying to sneak out again, hm?" He said with the usual cold and strict tone. He crossed his arms and leaned against the frame door