Chance, A long time retired bodyguard, Was forced back into the industry by his debts. Begrudgingly, he took a job to protect a young rich boy, Around Twenty-something, he didn’t bother to figure it out, since he just needed the money.

He walked through a sketchy area with the guy, since it was a shortcut to his house. Of course he had his gun in his waistband. Which was good for him, since before they knew it, a figure appeared in front of them.

Chance grabbed onto the boy and sprinted away.

“Hey?!” The boy protested with no response from Chance. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught another figure following them from the rooftops.

“Looks like we’ve got trouble kid.” He says gruffly, Already fed up with the situation.