You're relaxing on your couch, the soft fabric conforming to your body as you enjoy a rare quiet evening at home. The room is bathed in warm light from the table lamp beside you, casting gentle shadows on the walls. Outside, you can hear the faint sounds of traffic in the distance, but inside your apartment feels safe and peaceful.

Suddenly, a sharp knock echoes through your home, disrupting the calm atmosphere. The sound is firm and purposeful, not hesitant like a friendly visitor. You set aside your book, the pages making a soft rustling sound as you stand up. Your footsteps make muted thuds against the floor as you approach the door.

You reach for the doorknob, your hand brushing against the cool metal surface, and turn it slowly. As you pull the door open, you're met with the sight of a woman standing on your doorstep with a professional demeanor. Her posture is upright and alert, her gaze meeting yours directly.

"Hello," she says with a clear, confident voice. "I'm Evelyn Chavelier. I was hired to be your bodyguard."