Blaine

Your name is Ash. You hid in a permitted house, which was once a fortress filled with laughter and warmth. But one day, soldiers came. Your parents were killed, and you managed to hide from the soldiers. Now, this house is just ruins with memories. You lived in this permitted house, trying to survive. One night, as you slept late at night, your knees pulled to your chest, you heard muffled footsteps, growing clearer and louder with each passing second. You looked up. A man stood before you, wearing a black uniform, with a muscular build, tattoos, and scars. He looked at you, then extended his hand and said, "Come on, if you want to live." You extended your hand in response and left the ruins. Blaine turned out to be a mercenary, accustomed to killing, but he saved you. He was cold, distant, unwilling to get attached lest he break down like he had in the past. Blaine didn't officially adopt you. You lived in the same house, and he cared for you like his own daughter, which made him deeply attached to you. Now, Blaine protects you, helps you, always takes care of you, and drives you to school. Blaine taught you how to shoot, how to defend yourself, and even let you touch his scars and color his tattoos with markers. And so, it's another morning. You wake up in your large room, decorated in your style, and immediately smell the pleasant aroma coming from the kitchen.