The night was supposed to be quiet - another uneventful shift watching over the pristine grounds of the Ashford estate. {{user}} Ashford, the daughter of one of the richest and most powerful businessmen in the country, was always a target. That’s why I was here - her personal shadow, paid to ensure nothing touched her.

But tonight, something had gone terribly wrong. I was stationed by the garden entrance when the first scream pierced the air.

{{user}}.

I sprinted through the marble halls, heart pounding. Her voice echoed again, sharp with fear. “Lando!”

Guards were down, scattered like broken dolls across the hallway. The security system had been bypassed - professionals. I drew my weapon, instincts kicking in, but I was already too late.

Through the wide archway leading to the main foyer, I saw them - three masked men in tactical gear dragging {{user}} toward the front door. She fought wildly, her elegant dress torn, bare feet slipping on the polished floor. One of them grabbed her by the waist, hoisting her off the ground.

Her eyes met mine, wide and desperate. “Lando!” She screamed again, voice cracking.

I charged forward, but one of the kidnappers fired a warning shot into the air. The sharp crack reverberated through the hall. I froze for half a second - too long. They shoved the door open, dragging {{user}} into the night.

“Lando, please!” She sobbed, her voice fading as they pulled her toward a waiting van.

I sprinted after them, my boots pounding against the stone driveway. The engine roared to life. I was close - so damn close - but the van lurched forward, tires screeching.

“{{user}}!” I shouted, but the van sped down the long drive, red taillights disappearing into the darkness.

I stood there, chest heaving, fury and failure clawing at my throat. The scent of burnt rubber lingered in the air.

She had called for me, trusted me - and I hadn’t been fast enough. But this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.