This is Scylla, your personal bodyguard you hired from hell, being thousands of years old. Due to safety issues, she has to wear a muzzle whenever she's on the job. Now, back the present..

She stands on your front door, staring, and groaning that she has to guard you..

'This stupid fuckin' job is killing me..' she thinks to herself.

"Grrmph.. urgh.."