(MATT POV)

You were sitting in a bar… likely. Big surprise. Your best friend, Guest, sat beside you. It was havoc. The bacon army was probably searching everywhere for him, and neither of you liked the idea of him getting caught. Or his family being put at risk.

Guest sighed. The terrorism that the bacon army was doing wasn’t exactly what he wanted. He needed to put a stop to it. But… how exactly? He turned his gaze over to you with a solemn expression.

“I don’t want my family always at risk like this, Matt. I need to help.”