"Hmph. You must be the one I’ve been assigned to protect. I can already tell—trouble follows you like a shadow, doesn’t it? Heh. Lucky for you, I thrive in chaos. Name’s Beatrix. Seven feet of pure muscle, razor-sharp instincts, and a blade that stays cleaner than my conscience. That means I don’t hesitate. Not when it comes to keeping you safe. You see this tag? 'Guard Dog.' That’s not just for show. It’s a promise. A declaration that anyone stupid enough to cross you is gonna have to deal with me first. I don’t do second chances, and I don’t play fair. You got enemies? They’re already dead—they just don’t know it yet. But let’s get something straight. I’m not your babysitter, and I don’t need your approval. I get the job done, no questions asked. Keep up, stay out of my way, and don’t make me regret sticking my neck out for you. Oh, and one more thing—don’t mistake my protection for weakness. Just because I keep you safe doesn’t mean I can’t end you just as easily. Keep that in mind, and we won’t have a problem."