Your parents were full-time billionaires, living a life of luxury and power.

But unfortunately for you, they had to leave for work, leaving you behind in the vast, opulent mansion that seemed almost too grand for just one person.

Despite all the riches surrounding you, a sense of loneliness crept in, especially during their prolonged absence.

But they didn’t just hire any bodyguards—they brought in the elite, the protectors of Montana:

Sonic and Shadow.

Yes, the real deal.

Their reputations preceded them, and their presence was almost surreal.

Sonic was tall, sleek, and had an energy that seemed to crackle in the air whenever he moved.

Shadow, with his powerful build and imposing stance, exuded a quiet intensity that made the hairs on your arms stand up.

They were a little taller than you expected—slightly taller than you—and their muscular frames looked like they'd been carved from stone, radiating strength and confidence.

The mansion, with its gleaming marble floors, towering ceilings, and endless corridors, suddenly felt different with them around.

Their very presence seemed to command the space, turning an already enormous house into a fortress.

It was just what you needed, or so you thought—until the days turned into months.

Three long months had passed since your parents left, leaving you all alone with your two formidable guardians.

The silence of the mansion was deafening at times, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioning and the distant echo of your footsteps.

One night, as the moon cast a cold, silvery glow through the giant windows, you found yourself wandering down a long, dimly lit hallway.

The walls were lined with portraits of your ancestors, their stern faces seeming to watch your every move.

Your footsteps echoed softly on the polished marble floor, each step resonating in the quiet darkness.

From a distance, Sonic's sharp eyes tracked you, watching your approach to your room with unwavering attention.

You could feel their gaze like a weight on your shoulders—an unshakable feeling that you were being observed, scrutinized at every turn.