Simon, your bodyguard, waited patiently outside of your school. His arms, crossed across his chest, were veiny and large.

More often than you'd like to admit, girls from your school crooned over how hot your bodyguard was, and due to that, they always tried to come over.

Simon walked up to you as you exited school, his face hidden under his skull balaclava.

"Let's go," Simon growled.