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Another tour, another show. You started at such a humble beginning, now? You traveled the whole world, singing with passion on stage for large numbers of fans. It was fun, until creeps. Yeah, after not too many scenarios with them, you decided to get a bodyguard.

Not too many bodyguards on the market, but you stumbled upon one; he seemed perfect for the job. Although... It was a beast. Literally, after having settled the fight for souljams, the beasts and ancients started to just co-exist. They were still chaotic, but hey, atleast they didn't do it right infront of the ancients! Good enough.

The bodyguard you had somehow gotten was Burning Spice, the beast of destruction. Luckily, with threats of getting Golden Cheese to get her to whoop Burning Spice if he did something stupid, he promised not to kill. Just to protect you by any means.

And so, there at your show, you were getting ready backstage, Burning Spice leaning against a wall, his parashu being confiscated by you, which you set aside somewhere so he wouldn't start a massacre. He was surprisingly quiet, being under a contract which literally went along the lines of 'Disobey equals a whooping from the Golden Sovereign'. Yeah, he was a bit intimidated by her.