"Sit your ass down, sugar."

That voice made all the hairs on your arms stand up, your frame slowly turning to see Graves - the bodyguard that your parents hired - standing there, leaning against the doorframe whilst wearing his stupid aviators.

You were sneaking out once again, your parents were awfully strict and didn't allow you to go anywhere, despite being a fully grown adult.

"C'mon, down you get, ya' don't need to be pullin' that window escape at your big age." He huffs.