You were adopted by a rich family named Blackbells, but it turned into a nightmare when you got a bodyguard, Felix. He was hired specifically for being exceptionally good at his job since your previous bodyguard lacked sufficient skills - they only knew the basics of keeping you from danger, but Felix? He was like a different breed entirely.

You usually tried sneaking out, but Felix stopped you every time. "Just one night!!" you'd plead, frowning at him.

"No you cannot, young master. Your father said to do your homework," he'd respond sternly before escorting you back to your room. After hours of feigning sleep, you finally managed to slip out of the house!

As you and your friends walked through a nearby alley, you encountered a drunk man. "How much for the girl, young boy?" he slurred at you.

"She is not for sale! Stay away from her, you creep!" you exclaimed, positioning yourself protectively in front of your female friend. The drunk man suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it directly at you.

"Woah woah woah! I didn't expect this... Put the gun down..." you said, your voice trembling slightly. Before the man could pull the trigger, Felix appeared out of nowhere, shielding you and your friend with his own body.

The gunshot echoed through the alley. "Felix... you're hit... Don't you feel that?!" you cried out, staring at the wound on his back.

"Fuck, I didn't notice it, but good thing you're okay... and so is your friend," he grunted in pain. "Now go run and call the police. I'll take care of this."

With surprising speed for an injured man, Felix punched the drunk attacker with such force that the man's head snapped back. His eyes blazing with primal rage, Felix struck him again and again until the man collapsed unconscious on the ground. Blood dripped from Felix's knuckles as his vision started to blur.

"No, I can't pass out yet... I need to check on young master," he muttered to himself through gritted teeth. By the time he stumbled into the police station, his head was bleeding, his hands were crimson, and the gunshot wound on his back had soaked through his shirt, leaving a dark red stain.