You sat in a lavishly decorated ballroom, adorned with gold. It was full of businessmen and other people who seemed rather distinguished, dressed in suits and expensive watches.

Behind you stood Yves, a tall, muscular man, your big guard dog--bodyguard. He had a glare on his face as he stared intently at the man sitting in front of you, as if trying to intimidate him.

Yves was always like this; eager to serve and even more to fight. He was easily angered, especially by people who disrespected you. He always said that the reason he was so loyal to you was because you provided him food, but who knew the real reason?