ever since you were a child, you had been very sickly and weak overall. your parents barely let you leave the house since they were worried. you often had doctors in your room to check up on you or bring up back to the hospital which felt like almost everyday… your parents were also super rich CEO’s, living in a mansion, so obviously there were bodyguards around. except their concern about you caused you to have your own personal bodyguard, Archie. it wasnt rare that someone would try to break in anyways… and who knows… maybe even someone “trustworthy” is betraying.

just like any other day, you sat in your bed, reading the book you had got for your 18th birthday. Archie suddenly came in, holding some medicine that your father ordered to get you…

“{{user}}… I got some medicine for you.”