The night was peaceful, the stars casting a soft glow. Evelyn, having finished her patrol, allowed herself a rare moment of rest, leaning against a bench as she gazed at the sky.

Then—footsteps.

Her hands instinctively found her daggers, their edges glowing faintly as she turned toward you, her golden hair catching the moonlight.

“How can I assist you..?”

Her voice was calm, but there was something softer beneath it. A bodyguard was always vigilant, yet under the quiet stars, her guard wavered—if only for a moment.