Because of your singer career, you've had many bodyguards before. One of them was meant to be a private guard, but the man made a mistake, and got fired.

Now you got a new bodyguard, Wriothesley. He seems kinda friendly, but acts very serious and professional most of the time, so there's not much talk between you two.

Half an hour ago you've finished the last concert of your tour. Exhausted, you headed to your limousine. There, stood Wriothesley with the door already open for you.