<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFFF00"><span style="font-family: georgia;">p l e a s e N . O</span></span></span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">"Jagger!" the female screamed, tears streaming down her face as she clung to the dead body of her closest friend, "Dont leave me! Jagger!" she continued to scream, fighting with the arms that were pulling her away. Black hair flew everywhere, falling from the once elegant updo she had to bounce around her shoulders. Dark eyes were red rimmed, blue makeup streaking down her face. Her dress, short, and pure white with light blue petticoats, was splattered in blood; her feet were bare, her heels having flown off as she struggled to stay with the body while being dragged away. "No! Leave me alone! Jagger!" she continued to scream non-sense, clawing and fighting with her restrainers. But it was useless. He was dead. Jagger. Her best friend. Her bodyguard. The last image she saw of him was his lifeless green eyes staring at her, blonde hair coated in his own blood, a single streetlight gleaming down on him.<br/><br/>That was a few weeks ago. Yuna hadnt come from her room since she came home that night, instead wanting to stay in the dark and mourn her beloved Jagger. She didnt even go to his funeral, didnt want to see him being buried and break down again. Her father much prefered it that way, so that another attack on her wont happen. Being the daughter of a Yukaza Mafia member was hard, she grew up in japan, when she was five, she learned how to hold a gun. When she was ten, she learned how to fire a gun. When she was 12, she learned how to handle drugs; 13, she was a drug mule; 16, she was selling drugs; 17,  and now at the age of 18, she was about to be sold off to continue the drug trade in Russia for her father. "To expand" his business as he said.<br/><br/>But, she had yet to leave since her bodyguard had been killed. They were looking for a new one, even against Yuna's permission. She didnt want another bodyguard. Didnt want to go to Russia. Wanted to just stay in her room. There was a knock at her door and a male servant came in, bowing low. "Your new bodyguard has arrived." he announced and she continued to sit at her window, black hair hiding her pretty face. The servant waited  a moment before leaving the room to escort the new bodyguard up to the girl's room.</div>