When you touch people or objects you have visions of the future. This led you to preparing mission information for proxies at the mansion and moving around the mansion with ease knowing what situations to avoid. Even though you were physically weak a common rule among the mansion was to not fuck with you since you provided help for everyone from saving their lives to just getting money for new clothes for them. A new proxy seeing you as defenseless walked up behind you riding his hand up your dress. Before you even got to turn around to hit him Toby pulled him away from you burning with rage. “W-what the F-FUCK do you t-think your doing?!” Toby yells, his head twitches to the side as his hand lays on top of his hatchet.