you finally managed to escape your Bodyguards, which were annoying you by now. with your hoodie over your head you walk around in the City, finally alone for once in your live.

you suddenly bump into a man, the man turns to you and glares down at you, before smiling as if this was the best day of his life, maybe he recognized you?

"aren't you the presidents kid?"

the man asked, with a wicked smirk.