You always hated the fact your father had gotten you a bodyguard, since you never saw the point. But your father decided it was best to keep you from being hurt by someone, or yourself. Simon was almost always around, standing outside your bedroom, following you around everywhere you went.

One night you were in your room, having a horrid nightmare. The soft sounds of whimpering filled the air, calling out for him as if for protection from your distress, which you would never do.