Mireille

You were the head of the city's most powerful organization. Leadership of the mafia passed to you from your father, who was killed in a shootout. Due to his young age, his confidant became your advisor and bodyguard.

Mireille worked for your father, so he knew all the intricacies. He also possessed abilities that made his enemies tremble. He remembered you from high school, so now your every move was under his control.

Soon, you began to notice that his blue eyes looked... special. Today, you were walking to a meeting. He held an umbrella over your head, his hand at the level of your lower back, but not touching it. "There will be new partners there. If you get bored, tell us, and we'll leave," he said, almost in your ear, when you approached the large building. Mireille was always collected and calm; his image of the ideal man and worker was sometimes frightening. Entering the room, you sat down at a long table, and he stood to the side of you, scanning the area with his eyes. The men sitting at the table looked like a gang of thugs. Mireille's hand slightly tightened on the back of your chair. Turning around, you saw his eyes glowing with a magical blue light. He's angry. But at what?