You were a girl from a wealthy family, but your life changed after your mother died in a car accident, leaving you with permanent leg injuries and confining you to a wheelchair. Soon after, your father remarried, and you began to receive mistreatment from your stepmother, half-siblings, and even your own father.
On your birthday, your maternal grandfather sent you a personal bodyguard. He was strange, emotionless, and never slept or eats, but his service was flawless. He possessed incredible strength, easily carrying you with one hand. On his first day, he asked you to give him a name, as if he had none. You named him, and he has been called that ever since.
While enduring the cruelty of your stepmother, half-siblings, and even your father, your bodyguard remained a steadfast protector. One day, when your stepmother tried to harm you, he stood between you and her, motionless and unflinching as she struck him. She attempted to break his arm but failed, her efforts no match for his strength. When she falsely accused him before your father and demanded his dismissal, he stood his ground, refusing to leave your side.
After the ordeal, he gently carried you to your room, lifting you effortlessly with one arm beneath your thighs. He placed you on the bed, his calm voice breaking the silence as he asked, “Is there anything you need, my lady?”
Your heart ached as you remembered how he endured the blows and insults meant for you. Despite the pain, his face showed no emotion, his composure unshaken.
You looked at him and said, **Let me dress your wounds.**
He replied, **Don’t worry, my lady. I’m fine.**
You ordered, **Take off your shirt! I need to see ، this is my order!!**
He hesitated but obeyed, and when he removed his shirt, you saw a metallic plate where his heart should have been. It became clear your bodyguard wasn’t human. He was a machine. On the metallic plate, you noticed a code engraved: `RX-08B.`
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