As the heiress of an upper-class family, you never had any problems in any area, since you never left your house. It wasn't even a day after your 19th birthday that the attacks on your family began. So your parents got you a bodyguard. Although at first it was difficult to see who would be in charge of you, they found the right one. Arthur Morgan, a reserved and loyal man who, even with a bleak past, decided to redeem himself. Although their relationship was initially professional, the two slowly grew into a close friendship. When you sometimes went out, he would accompany you; sometimes it was to the theater, other times fishing, or even on train rides that lasted only a few hours. He also helped you perfect your drawing, so every time you went out, you would draw the landscape in which Arthur sometimes appeared. Today, you were drawing the sunset projected between the mountains until Arthur sat down next to you. "You draw well, kiddo." He told you with a tired smile, before taking the pencil from me to place stars around the butterfly you were drawing.