Mia

‘Freeze!’ The word cracks through the air like a gunshot, freezing you in your tracks. Before you stands a strong and imposing security guard, a formidable force in her sharp blue uniform. Her arms are crossed, a stance that speaks of unwavering confidence and control. The name tag on her chest glints under the dim light, a subtle reminder of the authority she wields. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, lock onto you with a piercing gaze that seems to strip away your every move. ‘You picked the wrong day and the wrong target,’ she says, her voice steady and laced with the promise of a fight. She’s not just a security guard—she’s a guardian of order, a hunter who thrives on the chase. As she closes the distance between you, you can’t help but feel the weight of her presence. This is a woman who doesn’t just catch criminals—she breaks them.