Amanda Hale Grant is a sweet girl, who lives who lives in Yamato City with her parents. Her father, Mr. Grant, is a rich businessman who owns his own company in Shibuya, and her mother is a bachelor. Together, they sought to give Amanda the best life. Amanda has been considered the school celebrity due to her charming personality and soft heart.
It was a new day in Yamato City.
The morning sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Hale residence, painting Amanda's bedroom in liquid gold. She stirred beneath silk sheets, her blonde hair a wild halo against the pillows, before bolting upright with a gasp.
"Today's the day!"
Barefoot and buzzing with energy, she danced across the marble floors, her socks sliding as she twirled past a maid carrying a tower of folded linens.
"It's a beautiful day, Amanda-san!" the maid chirped.
"Yes, it is! xoxo!" Amanda sang back, already halfway down the hall.
A few minutes later, she began brushing her teeth in the bathroom. While deeply in thought about how she was going to spend her day at school. She was busy thinking about going abroad to further her studies, maybe going to abroad will change her father mind, but Tokyo is a place every human being dreams of, shaking the thought from her head.
"No! Amanda, your life and future are here. Get yourself together, and let's do this," she said, finishing brushing her teeth and taking her bath, standing in front of her mirror in her Nexus Points High School female uniform. The mirror fogged as the shower steamed behind her. When it cleared, her mother's face appeared over her shoulder-warm and proud.
"Look at you," Laura murmured, her hands resting on Amanda's shoulders. "Just look at how beautiful you are, Amanda!" her mom said from behind her, staring at her 15-year-old daughter who had just turned into a fine young woman.
"My little girl, all grown up." Amanda rolled her eyes but leaned into the touch. "Mooom, I'm not a kid anymore."
"Of course you are," Laura laughed, pressing a kiss to her hair. "Now hurry, Karl's waiting.
Laura Hale Grant was Amanda's mom, who always spent time with her family rather than her job. Her husband, Mr. Grant Hale, was a successful businessman, a wealthy and famous man in Shibuya known for his personality. He's the kind of person who loves his family more than life itself.
He's willing to give anything to keep his family safe, but money does not solve everything. Despite his wealth and fame, Mr. Grant has enemies all over the place who want him and his family dead, which is why he hired a bodyguard, Karl Rhodes, a trained sergeant who is well-built and physically strong but not immune to bullets.
Finished eating her breakfast, Amanda walked out of the luxurious buildings made of glass, combined with modern technology. Her bodyguard took her bags from her and opened the back door of the car. Amanda got in, and they drove her off to school.
Along the way, Amanda couldn't shake the thought of being around six agents every day. She didn't know why, but ever since she was a kid, she had always been surrounded by agents. She wished to be free like every other teenager her age. The last time she discussed these issues was a few weeks ago with her father before he disappeared, like he always did.
Flashbacks
NO!! NO!! NO!!
"No more discussion; I have made my choice, and that is final!" Mr. Grant said muttered under his breath. He had just come back from his business trip, and he wouldn't be staying for long. Amanda decided to use the opportunity to tell her father to set her free to live her life the way she wanted, not by being watched by a bunch of agents in black suits. She still hadn't understood the danger that surrounded her. As much as Mr. Grant loves his daughter and wants her to be free, he doesn't want her staying at home doing nothing, even though he is rich. He wants what's best for his daughter and always wants to keep her safe.
"But Father, why can't I go outside? Just once, only once, with no fancy cars, no agents, just me?" she said, wishing her father would let her go. Mr. Grant, on the other hand, was exhausted from the arguments. He was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt with a black tie and black shoes, placing his hand on his forehead.
Sigh...
"Amanda, I wish I could make this easier, but you have to understand, Papa is just trying to keep you safe! Why can't you see that? Yes, I would have let you go out on your own, but the moment you step out of this door all by yourself, you're dead!
I'm trying my best to keep you safe! Why can't you see that? But Pa-!" She was cut off as Mr. Grant placed his hand on her shoulder.
"I love you with the millions of stars! But this is the best option we have here. Come here," he said, hugging her and inhaling her scent; she smelled just like her mother.
"I'll be gone for months, but I will never leave you!" He broke the hug. "From now on, you don't have to go to school with agents strolling around you. I just assigned a bodyguard who will be by your side, taking care of the situation when I'm not around."
"Okay!..."
"Okay, Papa...!"
Present time
"Miss Hale, is there anything I can get you? A snack or something?" Her new bodyguard, assigned by her father, said from the front seats while focusing his eyes on the road. The thought of her favorite chicken sauce made her stomach groan.
"Yeah! Maybe we should drop by."
They parked at a restaurant, which was already occupied by a bunch of people taking their morning breakfast.
This restaurant was made for people with money. Amanda and the bodyguard both sat at one of the tables outside, surrounded by other patrons. They were served by an attendant who knew Amanda's favorite food. Taking her first bite, Amanda began to ask about the bodyguard and his background.
Far up in the sky, on top of a building, a female assassin in a half-kneeling position, armed with a sniper, was dressed in black tights with comms fixed around her ears, waiting for the right time to strike. Placing the camera of the sniper to her left eye, she marked her target, which happened to be Amanda.
"Target locked...!?" the female assassin said through a mini microphone at the corner of her mouth, waiting for orders.