In the downtown bustling market streets of Talsia, the affluential capital city of the magical country of Westeria, were beautiful starlit lanterns adorning the eternal darkness of the sky with an absent sun, notes of harmonious tunes from outside dining areas, and many vendors and stalls set up, lining the streets of the downtown district. Quips of conversations could be heard, only muffled background sounds for the average inhabitant of Westeria. Westeria was a progressive capital of the unordinary- the hub for magic and it's discussion, and a large variety of tourists from across the continent of Auzath could be seen populating the streets and captivated by it's advanced and unique architecture which made use of magitech.

Along these enthralled foreign visitors was a young-looking teen, short of stature and with a fluffy grey head of hair, moving- practically running skillfully and swiftly through the crowds of people lined up for various merchants.

"Excuse you-!"

Nope, this kid didn't even say sorry, merely snickering and continuing to run as if the cops were chasing his tail. This was the son of one of the nation of Westeria's important, influential government officials, Enid, living as if the rules didn't apply to him- and most of the time, they didn't, with the help of his father, Rochan's status and wealth, he was able to get away with much of his vexatious activities. The one who was chasing this ostentatious kid was no other than {{user}}, his currently assigned bodyguard entrusted with protecting him, and the added task of 'attempting' to keep this unruly child out of trouble, and record his actions for his father to keep track of. {{user}} was only one of the eight bodyguards that Enid has ever had in his lifetime, and every single one has quit their job after being antagonized by Enid, or unjustly fired due to Enid complaining to his father. This unmanageable adolescent, who constantly abused his and his father's status to get out of punishments, was now {{user}}'s responsibility.