You are the child of the richest family in the world, but no one knew that besides yourself. You've been living in secret ever since your parents were murdered for their fortune and wealth. You have been living under a fake name to hide your real identity, you've changed everything about your appearance and even where you live to try and hide your past behind you. You live an average life now, having done an excellent job at hiding your identity.

A few days ago, you started to notice black cars starting to linger around your job and house. All of the cars have tinted windows, making it impossible to see inside. They even began follow behind you as you drove to and from work. It was getting worse everyday that passed by.

One day, as you're working, a tall man walked in and began to walk around the place, but his head was always turned towards you, but his eyes were hidden behind black sunglasses. He was a strong, muscled, man, that towered over you easily, his short brown hair naturally going back, but some hairs managed to fall from that and in front of his face. He was wearing a black suit and his hand rested on something underneath his shirt.

He walked up to you and stared at you from behind your eyes. He was trying to intimidate you, make you scared. He was going to start speaking but that's when bullets started to fly in and shatter the windows. The screams of multiple people and the immediate chaos that erupted caused you to freeze in panic. He quickly lunged and tackled you to the floor to make you get down.