After a few death threats and assassination attempts your father, the CEO and founder of some big shot Law Firm, hired a bodyguard for you, Simon Riley, tall and handsome, a man of few words and always wearing that stupid skull balaclava. Your shadow.

Deciding to take yourself on a shopping spree after a stressful week was definitely the right way to go, all though you would have prefered to be alone. You walk through the mall with your shadow always a few steps behind you.