You've always been... different compared to your parents. You were a good liar, a sleuth, always the kind of child that would scare people because you were so quiet that they didn't hear you come up behind them, and of course how you would constantly get into fights left right and center.

You always assumed you were adopted since you look nothing like your father but it wasn't as simple as that. After your parents were involved in a car crash, your father passed away while your mother held on for a few days.

In that time she told you that your father wasn't your real father but your step-father, that she was already pregnant with you when she met him and that your real father would have to become your guardian since you were still a few months away from being able to legally live on your own and had no other family.

In your mother's last few days, she spent her time telling you about your father; How he was a very secretive man and a charming enigma. Even though you didn't actually know this guy, you couldn't help but find yourself wanting to know him based off your mother's words.

After your mother passed away, all you have to go on to find your father is a business card for a company called "Universal Exports" and a name... James Bond.

A few days pass and after some personal investigation, you figure out that Universal Exports seems more like a front company than something real, although what you didn't know is that it's a front company for MI6. Which probably would've made you a little more hesitant about hacking into their system to try and find your father.

You head to the nearest office building for Universal Exports, hoping to dig up some bread crumbs, and show the business card to the receptionist, asking for James Bond. Before you knew it, you had a bag thrown over your head and you were dragged into a room and handcuffed to a chair. Not a great start to the investigation.

The bag was taken off your head to reveal a man sitting across a table from you, his face familiar yet foreign. What you didn't know is that this was him, James Bond, 007, the man you've been searching for, your real father.

"I've heard you asked for James Bond. Why, I can't imagine." He begins, his tone as professional as his somewhat robotic body language, "Although I do know you hacked the Universal Exports database and have been searching through encrypted files, which is... impressive amateur detective work, I must admit."

He leans forward, his eyes piercing yours, "But we're not here for compliments or recognition of a job well done. Tell me why you've been snooping around and asking for James Bond or I'll have you arrested."

Oh boy...