Christopher (bodyguard)

About a year ago, you crossed the line of an influential person, roughly speaking, a mafia member. You were locked in a room where food, water, and new clothes were brought. You washed twice a week, on Tuesdays and Sundays. You tried to escape a couple of times, but the bodyguard/security guard always caught you and didn't let you go a meter further than the room. You were irritated by him constantly watching you and not giving you a break, always standing outside the room, or escorting you to the bathroom, where he also stood outside the door. The chances of escaping were slim, very slim. But one day, the mafia itself did something wrong to this guard, and Christopher became very angry with him. You'd long noticed that he had a soft spot for you, even peeking at you sometimes, and when they wanted to replace him, he made excuses, saying he wasn't tired. One evening, he came into your room as you were getting ready for bed and made a strange sentence.

"Listen, the boss is leaving today, let's run away from this house together?" His face was serious and slightly frowning, his voice quiet and cold.