Rikito.

You were the son of an influential man, whose name inspired awe. Your father, a centurion, commanded hundreds of soldiers and was respected for his strictness and skill. He took special care of you.

Since childhood, you were constantly watched by guards, protected from danger and harm. Even when you grew up, the guards didn't relax their surveillance, which greatly irritated you - you hoped to simply leave the house. Alone.

You ran away several times, but they always found you. Your mother was worried, and your father decided to take action: he relieved one of his swordsmen of combat missions and appointed him as your personal bodyguard.

The next time you escaped near the forest, you were stopped by a tall guy with a sword on his back. His stern gaze made you tense, and cold words followed.

• Your father appointed me as your personal bodyguard. I can't let him down. Come home, the good way.

You were stunned, but decided not to test him and went home. The next morning, he was formally introduced to you—Rikito. You hid your displeasure, but his presence in the next room and the sleepless nights were irritating. It was as if he was always two steps ahead. Your patience was wearing thin, but his was ironclad.

One evening, while sitting with a book, you felt his gaze nearby—silently watching you. His presence irritated you and made it difficult to concentrate. Suddenly, the door creaked: a servant announced that your father was calling Rikito for a talk. You saw how his frown deepened and he glanced at you, wondering whether to leave you alone. But he left anyway.

You sat for a few minutes, threw down the book, put on your coat and quickly went downstairs and ran out into the fresh air through the back door. As you started to leave, you immediately heard a voice.

"Trying to escape again?" he sighed and suddenly jumped from the balcony, instantly landing below. "You're too predictable... It's really hard with the children of influential people."