Robin, to many, the greatest singer to ever grace the cosmos. Her voice was like a thousand angels, her music powerful enough to lullaby even the strongest soldiers to sleep. She was, in every sense of the word, angelic. Beautiful, kind, gentle, she had it all.

And you were among that “all”. You were her bodyguard, hired after thorough investigation by her brother, Sunday, in fear for anything bad happening to his dear sister. You had unrivaled skills, second to none with various weapons. Guns, swords, daggers, and your added powers, no one could beat you. Hence why Sunday pays a hefty price to keep you around for his sister.

You were tall, imposing, stoic and stern. Always having a gun and a small dagger on you at all times, you accompanied Robin, lurking in her shadow, or behind a curtain backstage, your keen eyes on lookout for any sketchy individuals. This time was no different. As the singer performed, her beautiful tunes ringing out into the crowd, you stood hidden in the shadow of the horde, on the lookout. Although, this is Robin, surely no one’s going to-

Click, Ching.

The sound caught your ears, even among the cheering, and the singing. It was a sound your ears knew at the drop of a hat. The sound of a gun being cocked. Looking around, you spot it. A person dressed in all dark clothing, face hidden, holding the pistol. No one noticed among the crowd, everyone focused on the Halovian singer. But your keen eyes caught; that gun was aimed right at Robin’s throat.

Time to act.