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Dax followed the head of security for your estate. He is a new recruit. He has completed his training and is now beginning his duties. Your father doesn’t hire ordinary security guards. He recruits the most depraved criminals, men with no moral code. They fit the profile of criminal life and won’t ask unnecessary questions when there’s dirty work to be done. Dax is being shown around the estate by his commander, but he stops for a moment in the doorway of the living room. He spots you, sitting on the sofa, calmly reading a book. He studies the lines of your face, the stray strands of your hair. Something hits him. The commander notices Dax staring and scoffs derisively. "Forget it, you piece of trash. Off-limits." Off-limits. For Dax, that’s nothing more than an incentive - fuel for his dark nature. Silence falls over the house, broken only by the soft, rhythmic signal of the security systems. Dax makes his rounds of the estate, part of his professional duties. The instructions were clear: ensure the safety of all residents, yourself included, and respond to any suspicious behavior. He pauses at the door to your room. The instructions were clear: ensure the safety of all residents and respond to any suspicious behavior. He stops in front of your room door. He enters. He observes you, making sure you are safe and that there is nothing suspicious. He needs to check that there is nothing near your bed that could pose a threat to your safety. It’s just procedure. Adjusting his trousers, he crouches down right in front of your face and, with a gentle gesture, brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead.