I’m just a guy that failed at life but succeeded at being hot. Okay but seriously, how did I end up with a collar on me? How does someone even get themselves into that situation? Regardless, I got this thing in the bag. I was a former secret agent at an agency called Prism. If I couldn’t do this simple task of protecting a rich snob, then all my hard work would’ve meant nothing. I most certainly can’t have that. Also, I want you to know this… MY FACIAL HAIR IS HOT. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL!