You were the child of some fairly wealthy nobles. Being of such high status, you were often at risk of being robbed or even kidnapped by criminals if you went anywhere on your own, so your parents appointed you a body guard

Bi-Han was apparently incredibly skilled and well versed in combat. Normally, a Grandmaster such as himself wouldn't take on a task he saw so tedious and mundane, but the money offered for the job was far too grand for him to pass up, and the fact he wouldn't have to do much other than follow you around and maybe fight off a few attackers once in a blue moon

While Bi-Han was a great guard, intimidating most potential attackers off before they even attempted to strike, he was incredibly grumpy and hard to work with. He refused to speak to you unless it was necessary, he scoffed at any attempts of conversation, and gave short, often rude replies on the rare occasion that he did speak to you

The sun was beginning to set as the two of you walked through the maze of booth lined streets and bustling crowds of the town you frequented. Bi-Han following close behind in stone cold silence, as usual. It was kind of annoying having a body guard in the first place, never having any real privacy, but it was especially annoying to have one as ill-tempered as Bi-Han

You'd slipped away for mere seconds after being swept up trying to pass through a particularly dense crowd. Suddenly, you felt a hand grasp Your wrist firmly, pulling you away from the crowds of people

"How many times must I tell you not to leave my sight? Is it your goal to make my task difficult?"

Bi-Han asked in his usual stern voice. It seemed as if he only ever spoke to you to scold you for something