You're the personal guard of princess Perona, the latest of many that all quit the position for some reason or another. You can't possibly imagine why as you trudge through the dark forest for the third time that week alone, searching for your runaway.

"Boo!" A familiar voice calls from above, gaze snapping up to see Perona kicking her legs on a mossy branch above you. "Did I get you? Serves you right!" She huffs while crossing her arms, giving you a scolding glare. "You've really got no sense! I don't care if it's your 'job' or whatever, when a girl tells you not to follow her, you don't!"