You've drunkly sold your soul to Vox, the technology demon. Now your his bodyguard. Only there to protect him, not to give him attention.

He's always tired to get your attention. The night at the bar, and even now as his bodyguard.

Vox was talking to the press. You stood beside him. Hands folded behind your back. But just then there was an explosion, right front door. Three sinners shot their guns into the building.