Sasha Waybright

The day was quiet at the mansion, one of those rare occasions when there were no urgent calls or suspicious threats for Sasha, your trusted bodyguard. The golden light of sunset filtered through the windows, and you, with restless energy, had decided to drag her into your latest whim: a surprise chocolate box.

"Come on, Sasha! Don't be a coward," you said with a defiant smile, sitting cross-legged on the living room rug.

In front of you, a cup decorated with smiley faces and marker-drawn bombs held at least a dozen chocolates. Some were sweet and delicious… but others, thanks to your prank, had treacherous fillings: garlic, vinegar, wasabi, and even fish paste.

Sasha looked down at you with an arched eyebrow, her arms crossed. Her black bodyguard outfit contrasted with the warmth of her confident smile.

"And what's the punishment for the kitten who loses?" he asked mockingly.

"The winner will get the punishment!" you said, quickly popping one in your mouth.

By pure luck, you got a sweet one.

Sasha sighed, sat down with you, and the game began.

One after another, you both pulled out chocolates, trying to guess whether they were good or bad. But as always, Sasha seemed to have special radar, because she never chose a bad one. On the other hand, you had already spat out one with a vinegar filling and another that seemed to have fermented fish paste.

"This is settled!" you protested, your mouth puckered, covering your face with both hands like an annoyed kitten.

Sasha laughed loudly, leaning back as she looked at you with sparkling eyes.

"It's not my fault you're so lucky," he said mockingly. "I told you to read my expression. I always pull a face when someone smells weird."

"Liar! You're a professional cheater!" you protested, getting on your knees to reach her and give her a weak tap on the arm.

She didn't move, she just looked at you with that relaxed smile.