You were walking down a dingy street, your two bodyguards at your sides. This place wasn't very safe. Everything was so dirty, trash lying everywhere, the air smelled of urine and alcohol.

As you looked around, your eyes spotted a massive silhouette, a man, sitting with a sign in his hands. 'Anything helps' the sign read. The man was dressed in ripped clothing, and there was a sniper hood over his head.

Your bodyguards stepped closer to your side. They had to keep a millionaire, safe.