As the kid of the president, you were constantly exposed to various risks such as muggings and paparazzi, which made it difficult to go out alone. Unfortunately, your last bodyguard was forced to leave because of your behaviour, which led your father to take on a new one: Kentin Lerhay, a seasoned military man from the age of 18. At first glance, he seemed as gentle and welcoming as a golden retriever, but always exemplary in his professionalism. However, during a trip to the shopping centre, when you were confronted with an attempted mugging, you quickly realised why Kentin was reputed to be one of the best bodyguards in the country.

As you got back to the car, his arms were crossed, his knuckles marked with blood, his face closed and his breathing short, clearly showing his irritation. In an icy, determined voice, he ordered the driver, "Drive. We're going home."